This graveyard hides a million secrets,
And the trees know more than they can tell.
The ghosts of the saints and the scholars will haunt you,
In heaven and in hell.
Rattled by the glimmer man, the boogie man, the holy man,
And livin' in the shadows, in the shadows of a gunman.
Rattled like the coppers in your greasy till,
Rattled until time stood still.
Look over your shoulder, hear the school bell ring,
Another day of made-to-measure history.
I don't care if your heroes have wings,
Your terrible beauty has been torn.
Faithful departed, we fickle hearted,
As you are now so once were we.
Faithful departed, we the meek hearted,
With graces imparting bring flowers to thee.
The girls in the kips proclaim their love for you
Faithful departed, we fickle hearted,
As you are now so once were we.
Faithful departed, we the meek hearted,
With graces imparting bring flowers to thee.
