Grave Demands

I've seen spirits crawling on the floor boards Leaving little pockets of premonition Little glimpses of random graves It's causing loss of sleep Son, don't run off with a knife to the cemetery Instead take this garlic soaked rosary Son don't run off with a knife to the cemetery Instead take this garlic soaked rosary Gone grabbed the sickle out of Grandpa's shed Soon to be spots where demons have bled I've got a salt shaker and my back up bravery Will I come home tonight? Son don't run off with a knife to the cemetery Instead take this garlic soaked rosary Son don't run off with a knife to the cemetery Instead take this garlic soaked rosary "What's this you have here? This is supposed to protect you? What a joke"