Nights you play
For the grim and ghostly
Graveyard crowd
Voice aflame
With the soulless groans of
MoanTown sound
Covered songs
Of bands you knew so long ago
With Screamsteen’s classic
“Born to Doom”
Moldplay tunes
Moody Tombs
Booston too.

Scarody
When the living’s gone
And the spotlight’s on
It’s scarody
With a howling cry
From a cryptic guy

It’s best to scare
With head disembodied
That floats in mid-air

Scarody
When your bones are cold
And you got no soul
It’s scarody
When you scream out loud
And it slays your crowd

It’s great to share
Your demons with ghoulies
You’re killing with flair

Late at night
You’re a half transparent
Symphony
Adoring fans
Give ovations,
“One more encore please!”

Quite a show
And you break out with your
Terror tome
You spook ’em with your
Genesquish
Rolling Stench
Aerowince
Unfresh Prince

Scarody
When you play guitar
In a dead end bar
It’s scarody
If you die on stage
Then you’ve earned your wage

If fangs you bare
Get home before sunrise
Or flames’ll impair

Scarody
When your stage demise
Brings a horde of flies
It’s scarody
And it’s all in fun
When the fans succumb

It’s great to scare
You croon all the ghoul tunes
And old songs from Cher

Scarody…