Al Otro Lado Del Cementerio
Los Carniceros Del Norte
On the Other Side of the Cemetery
Dolls without legs steal your soul
Kids are monsters, monsters are kids
Mom keeps talking from the other side
The smell of blood has changed us
No one disturbs my long rests
I found the house I was looking for
Screams and cries, cold drafts
Whoever you are, don’t come in... don’t come in
I live on the other side of the cemetery
My haunted house is full of dead folks
I live in the lair on the hill
My only neighbors are zombies and Katrina
I keep human bodies in the basement
Brains in jars, dismembered kids
Next to the cemetery, we sharpen our teeth
Whoever you are, don’t come in... don’t come in
I live on the other side of the cemetery
My haunted house is full of dead folks
I live in the lair on the hill
My only neighbors are zombies and Katrina
Come sleep at my house by the cemetery
Come sleep in the kids' room
I’ve always wanted to live this way
In a little house filled with monsters
Chop off the heads of unwanted guests
Clean the blood in the morning.
Witches, vampires, ghosts, and wolves,
We stay home after midnight
We’ll play stabbing people with scissors
Whoever you are, don’t come in... don’t come in.
