[Intro: Ghost Mountain]
Ahh
Sematary (Sematary)
Ghost Mountain
(Haughh)

[Chorus: Ghost Mountain]
I keep a cutter like Nevada, cutter like Nevada
Cutter like Nevada, cutter like Nevada
Cutter like Nevada, cutter like Nevada
Cutter like Nevada, cutter like Nevada
Leave you in Nevada, leave you in Nevada
Leave you in Nevada, leave you in Nevada
Leave you in Nevada, leave you in Nevada
Leave you in Nevada, leave you in Nevada

[Verse 1: Ghost Mountain]
Bury me out in the back
Desert scape, left rottin' in a broken shack (In a broken shack)
Nothing left, but the hum crawlin' out the hills
Take me south, red house with the open fields
See them in the headlights on the empty road
Death Valley, man-eating like Tsavo
Skin dashboard, bones on the console
Catch you with my cutter, bury you behind the school
Haunted Mound
Candles lifted when we come around
Scarecrows at the impound
4 a.m. when we take the town
Sematary and Ghost Mound
Sunset across the fairground
Night cry out, no time now
This is Grave House, boy, it's what we about
[Chorus: Ghost Mountain]
I keep a cutter like Nevada, cutter like Nevada
Cutter like Nevada, cutter like Nevada
Cutter like Nevada, cutter like Nevada
Cutter like Nevada, cutter like Nevada (Hauugh)
Leave you in Nevada, leave you in Nevada
Leave you in Nevada, leave you in Nevada (Haugh)
Leave you in Nevada, leave you in Nevada
Leave you in Nevada, leave you in Nevada

[Verse 2: Sematary]
I been rockin' back and fuckin' forth in the corner
I been getting super fuckin' gone 'til the mornin' (Ahh)
You believe in life, you're a dumb motherfucker
If you really wanna try, we will run you over
I been coughing up blood, dyin' at McDonald’s
I been mixing Benadryl and 'tussin in my Monster (In my Monster)
I'm glad the world's burnin', I believe in monsters
I been in my Grave House, posted with my cutter
Need some brass knuckles and I need a shotgun
I'm a Skellington, ridin' out in a black truck
I been drinking Jaguar, and Red Bull, and Vodka
Hundred million dead cops, motherfuck everyone
I'm in Trevor mode, I will always say "Fuck the world"
We don't give a fuck, you can die, you can rot alone
3 a.m. gang, you know why you're runnin'
Bury you behind the church, down in Nevada
[Chorus: Ghost Mountain]
I keep a cutter like Nevada, cutter like Nevada
Cutter like Nevada, cutter like Nevada
Cutter like Nevada, cutter like Nevada
Cutter like Nevada, cutter like Nevada
Leave you in Nevada, leave you in Nevada
Leave you in Nevada, leave you in Nevada
Leave you in Nevada, leave you in Nevada (Ah)
Leave you in Nevada, leave you in Nevada