Broadcasting From Beyond The Grave: Death Inc. Lyrics

[Intro]
Good evening, you're listening to Broadcasting from Beyond the Grave
Tonight's chilling episode, Death Incorporated

[Verse 1]
Can you hear the bell toll
Little scarecrow, radio
Burn it like a star in a black hole
Did you get the memo, pretty psycho Romeo
Cutting you up like a Van Gogh

[Pre-Chorus]
You're not fucking with us, we're not fucking with you
So you can fuck yourself and your puppy too
You're the Wizard of Oz, we've get nothing to lose
So you can fuck yourself and your little dog too
Yeah you can fuck yourself, we've got nothing to prove

[Chorus]
We are the weirdos in your stereo, disco freak show (Death Incorporated)
We are the weirdos in the microphone supernatural (Death Incorporated)
We are beyond here
Don't belong here
Turn it up yeah (Death Incorporated)
We are beyond here
Don't belong here
Turn it up yeah (Death Incorporated)

[Verse 2]
Do you feel like a psycho, [?] rodeo
Painting your disease like a digital Picasso
Feeling so bad and nobody's gonna need you
Spinning in your grave but nobody's gonna hear you

[Chorus]
We are the weirdos in your stereo, disco freak show (Death Incorporated)
We are the weirdos in the microphone supernatural (Death Incorporated)

[Verse 3]
[?]
We are beyond here
Don't belong here
Turn it up yeah
Drop the bomb

[Chorus]
We are the weirdos in your stereo, disc of freakture (Death Incorporated)
We are the weirdos in the microphone supernatural (Death Incorporated)
We are beyond here
Don't belong here
Tear it up yeah (Death Incorporated)
We are beyond here
Don't belong here
Tear it up yeah (Death Incorporated)

Let's go

[Outro]
Until next time, the haunting tales of terror and mystery
This is Broadcasting from Beyond the Grave