In the graveyards are families and friends Staying for a while but eager to move on Resting in vertical tombs that light up at Christmas They flicker in while people come and go through guilt mainly And we're tribal in our vandalism Our epitaphs in graffiti art It scratches the cheeks and from the top it falls down Our bald heads first we exit the womb In the graveyards are families and friends Every curtain's drawn, every curtain drawn And we're tribal in our vandalism Our epitaphs in graffiti art Where we once looked out now concrete stares