Said Simone Lyrics

Down by the old cemetary where the presidents rot,
down by the tombstones beyond the moaning gates where
the old men wait, well-dressed and underground.
Yes the black buzzards smile.
Oh yes, the gates moan. Calling for me to rescue.
They all weep into my bones.Malady - Said Simone - http://motolyrics.com/malady/said-simone-lyrics.html
Summer dress. Handsome smile.
Lovers lips. Ah her cure. The moans calling her to
rescue. There she is, enter Simone.
I swear we're all there. Right there,
we moan, calling her to rescue.
"We pray you never leave us, our singing somber mistress," they said.