No one knows where I buried my sweet Virgina Madison

the winter chill falls over me

and keeps me numb inside



under the moon by the edge of town

she quietly waits for me



I promised it wouldn't be too long

till I returned to sleep with her



she says she don't wanna live no more

well I don't mind

no I don't mind



so now I'm waitin' for the crack of dawn

to head on back there

to the place where me and her will always be



now I got my Sunday vest

and I'm headed out that door

dig my fingers deep in soil just to get to her



all dressed in black and she's so pale

she's waiting there for me



a blanket of soil covers us

to fall asleep in eternity



and now I close my eyes



when I awake with a snap it was all a dream

I gotta empty bottle of something under me

I gotta really bad headache

my clothes are soaking wet

at times like this I wish I hadn't slept



star locked gaze, uneasy hands

then the dream fades away

and leaves my head



another riddle another dream

another fucked up fantasy

gotta learn to stay away from all this tv