Golden Age Of Sin

Ive found that graveyard charm ive been digging for
in a pool of blood on the bathroom floor
someone called your shot
it was a shot to the head
someone called your shot
and the streets ran red

and we all sang so sweet
the angels mustve turned their halos in
sayin "we dont stand a chance this is the golden age of sin"
once the service was over and the organ piped down
we all raised our glasses to a night on the town
im better off and ive got you to thank
you never said what you wanted on your headstone
so we just left it blank

forgive and forget
well at least your forgotten
ive got you deeply interred
in my memories and thoughts and
i dig you up each night
bring you back to life
and do it all over again