Letra de Said Simone

Down by the old cemetary where the presidents rot
Down by the tombstones beyond the moaning gates
Where the old men wait
Well-dressed and underground
Yes the black buzzards smile
Oh yes, the gates moan
Calling for me to rescue
They all weep into my bones
Summer dress. Handsome smile
Lovers lips. Ah her cure
The moans calling her to rescue
There she is, enter Simone
I swear we're all there
Right there, we moan, calling her to rescue
"We pray you never leave us, our singing somber mistress," they said