Sitting in My Graveyard Lyrics

Picking out singers from the crib
Puffed your lips up and lost a rib
Picking out winners on the crib
I want lip synchs not ad-libs

Sitting in my graveyard
Making out that everything's alright
Sitting in my graveyard
Making out that everything's alright

Picking out kids from the bars
Singing karaoke like stars
You're never gonna make it tra la la
Even if you find yourself a guitar

Picking out singers from the crib
(Making out that everything's alright)
Picking out singers from the crib
Picking out singers from the crib
(Making out that everything's alright)

Picking out singers from the crib

Sitting in my graveyard
Making out that everything's alright

Sitting in my graveyard
Making out that everything's alright

Sitting in my graveyard
Making out that everything's alright

Sitting in my graveyard
Making out that everything's alright

Sitting in my graveyard
Making out that everything's alright

Sitting in my graveyard
Making out that everything's alright
Making out that everything's alright
Making out that everything's alright
Making out that everything's alright
Making out that everything's alright
Making out that everything's alright
Making out that everything's alright
Making out that everything's alright
Making out that everything's alright
Making out that everything's alright
Making out that everything's alright
Making out that everything's alright
Making out that everything's alright
Making out that everything's alright