Uh-Oh

Rose from the grave of a kid, you did;
In the churchyard, the ground was very hard
From the frost while we swallowed dew.

We fool around on the cold, uneven ground
Then your dad walks in and we go 'uh-oh'.

'That's my dead child you're going wild with.
Show some respect young man.
Why's he show for you and not for me?'

And so we're found on the cold, uneven ground
By his dad who looks just like he's seen a ghost:
'uh-oh.

Then he takes me by the hand.
I choke on the dirt til we're
In a dead kid wonderland where
Love won't die and neither will I.