Out the Graves They Come at Night

Out the graves they come at night
Skeletons by the firelight
As the sun goes away
The Bones come out to play

The Angels come as they please
To make jokes and to tease
But the Bones do not care
For the fun is in the air

As the Party rages on
The Bones begin to think of Dawn
The Angels make jokes and play
Until the Bones are in the clay

As the lights begin to dim
To the graves the Bones go in
With a final joke or two
The Angels are gone from view