The sky above the graveyard 
slowly fades to black.
The haunting fog comes creeping in.
The living've turned & headed back.

Stone statues angels looking up to the sky
Wiping the tears from dead man's eyes.
Howling at the moon, like lonely dogs
They dance among the shadows, dancing through the fog.

Accidental names, framed in gray
Mistold fate, now here they lay.
Marble stones make their bed
It's nothing new, the story's been read.

Bullets in the back
Or just sick in the head
There is always lots of heroes
and the same number of dead.

But for those tonight's moon shines the brightest,
Bringing life to those who have none.
That special night, when the air is the lightest
For the dead the celebration has begun.

Meeting at the morgue, 
Gathering of the confused
The silent crowd, six feet under ground
where no one is refused.

The cold damp ground under their feet
Lost loved ones and family finally meet.
Echoes of laughter, moans and sighs
A spiritual reunion for all who have died.

Tonight they dance and laugh and sing
Though first light of day -- it'll all pass.
But tonight they dance, trying to forget
The painful lives they've once lived in the past

Tonight they are free at last.