"Inside This Coffin" as written by and James Patrick Calabrese Jr. Robert Andrew Calabrese....
Your parents hate us now
And we don’t really care
We still leave the house when midnight calls
They’ll never understand
The power that we hold
Spirits in our stereo

Inside this coffin (Whoa-whoa)
Inside this coffin made for two
Inside this coffin (Whoa-whoa)
I will be waiting here for you

We’re eternally damned
And that’s the way it’ll be
Our lungs pull with each and every breath
It’s the fashion of death
Where ghosts place their bets
Each night is different

Inside this coffin (Whoa-whoa)
Inside this coffin made for two
Inside this coffin (Whoa-whoa)
I will be waiting here for you

Inside this coffin (Whoa-whoa)
Inside this coffin made for two
Inside this coffin (Whoa-whoa)
I will be waiting here for you
Inside this coffin (Whoa-whoa)
Inside this coffin made for two
Inside this coffin (Whoa-whoa)
I will be waiting here for you


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"Inside This Coffin" as written by James Patrick Calabrese Jr. Robert Andrew Calabrese

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