Oh, Len, come down
And meet at the burial ground
They've undid the aerial
Tore down the merry-go-round
This world's all wrong
So let's go where we belong
Pack up the stereo, meet at the burial ground
Here among the fallen leaves
Are we alone, the ones that dare to breathe?
Throw your worries down, they're oh so gravely held
You have carried them so well
Ooh, woah
Ooh, woah
Oh, Len, come down
And meet at the burial ground
They've undid the aerial
Tore down the merry-go-round
This world's all wrong
So let's go where we belong
Pack up the stereo, meet at the burial ground
You laid down below a stone
Saying, "Wherever they have gone, I long to go
Somewhere out beyond these maladies in my head."
At least, I think that's what you said
Oh-whoa, oh-whoa
Oh, Len (oh, Len) come down (come down)
And meet at the burial ground (meet at the burial ground)
They've undid the aerial
Tore down the merry-go-round
This world's (this world's) all wrong (all wrong)
So let's go where we belong (let's go where we belong)
Pack up the stereo, meet at the burial ground
Oh, Len (oh, Len) come down (come down)
And meet at the burial ground (meet at the burial ground)
They've undid the aerial
Tore down the merry-go-round (merry-go-round)
(Tore down the merry-go-round)
This world's (this world's) all wrong (all wrong)
So let's go where we belong (let's go where we belong)
Pack up the stereo, meet at the burial ground
It's a contract malarial, meet at the burial ground
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