Down in the graveyard where we have our tryst,
The air smells sweet, the air smells sick.
He never smiles, his mouth merely twists,
The breath in my lungs feels clinging and thick.
But I know his name, he's called Mister D.
And one of these days he's gonna set you free.
Human skulls is hangin' right 'round his neck,
The palms of my hands is clammy and wet.
Lord, I was dancin', dancin' dancin' so free,
Dancin', dancin', dancin' so free.
Dancin', Lord, keep your hands off me,
Dancin' with Mister D.,
With Mr. D.,
With Mr. D.
Will it be poison, put in my glass,