[Verse 1] Rust on the swings in the churchyard corner Candy in your pocket Pockets full of thorns Digging with a spoon in your Sunday sneakers Laughing at the worms like they’re your little brothers
[Chorus] Graveyard dirt monkey Hands all black Eyes all bright Building little castles Out of somebody’s midnight Graveyard dirt monkey Jump that fence Don’t look back Got a pocket full of secrets And your name scratched in the plaque
[Verse 2] Momma said “don’t play past the crooked statue” But the wind sounds sweet where the names turn green You crown your head with a cracked glass halo Chewing on a prayer like a piece of tangerine
[Chorus] Graveyard dirt monkey Hands all black Eyes all bright Building little castles Out of somebody’s midnight Graveyard dirt monkey Jump that fence Don’t look back Got a pocket full of secrets And your name scratched in the plaque
[Bridge] You say “If the ground can hold them It can hold my fears” (hey!) Then you plant your shame like marbles In the roots of the years If the stones don’t speak You’ll shout for two “You stay quiet down there I’ll stay loud for you”
[Chorus] Graveyard dirt monkey Hands all black Eyes all bright Building little castles Out of somebody’s midnight Graveyard dirt monkey Jump that fence Don’t look back You’re the king of every shadow On the wrong side of the tracks
Musikstyle
Swampy alt-rock stomp with fuzzed guitars and a lurching mid-tempo groove; male vocals half-snarled, half-crooned. Verses stay tight and dry with roomy drums and a grimy bassline, chorus explodes with gang shouts, trashy cymbals, and a singalong hook. Bridge drops to toms, bass, and eerie organ before a final, shouted outro.