Lyrics: Strung Out. Twisted By Design. Exhumation Of Virgina Madison.

No one knows where
I buried my sweet Virgina Madison
the winter chill falls over me
and keeps me numb inside
under the moon by the edge of town
she'll quietly wait for me
I promised it wouldn't be too long
till I returned to sleep with her
she said she don't wanna live no more
well I don't mind
no I don't mind
so now I'm waitin' for the crack of dawn
to head on back there
to the place where me and her will always be
now I got my Sunday vest
and I'm headed out that door
dig my fingers deep in soil just to get to her
all dressed in black and she's so pale
she's waiting there for me
a blanket of soil covers us
to fall asleep in eternity
and now I close my eyes
when I awake with a snap it was all a dream
I gotta empty bottle of something under me
I gotta really bad headache
my clothes are soaking wet
at times like this I wish I hadn't slept
star locked gaze, uneasy hands
then the dream fades away
and leaves my head
another riddle another dream
another fucked up fantasy
gotta learn to stay away from all this tv
she said she would always wait for me
well i don't mind
no i don't mind
so now i'm headin' to the place where i
burried my sweet virginia madison