In the graveyard Grove, near the Groundsman's keep
Where the owls don't crow, and the birds don't sing
Where your heart's stone cold and your blood don't bleed
God rest your troubled, troubled, troubled soul
Where the moon don't glow, where the sun don't peek
Where the grass don't grow, when the dirt draws deep
Where the dead go home, and the dogs don't sleep
God rest your troubled, troubled, troubled soul
Where the boneyard grows where the tombstones creep
Where the dead go home, and the priests don't preach
What your eyes don't believe what your eyes don't see
God rest your troubled, troubled, troubled soul