Lyrics Burial Ground - The Decemberists , James Mercer

Oh, Len, come down
And meet at the burial ground
They've undid the aerial
Tore down the merry-go-round
This world's all wrong
So let's go where we belong
Pack up the stereo, meet at the burial ground

Here among the fallen leaves
Are we alone, the ones that dare to breathe?
Throw your worries down, they're oh so gravely held
You have carried them so well

Ooh, woah
Ooh, woah

Oh, Len, come down
And meet at the burial ground
They've undid the aerial
Tore down the merry-go-round
This world's all wrong
So let's go where we belong
Pack up the stereo, meet at the burial ground

You laid down below a stone
Saying, "Wherever they have gone, I long to go
Somewhere out beyond these maladies in my head."
At least, I think that's what you said

Oh-whoa, oh-whoa

Oh, Len (oh, Len) come down (come down)
And meet at the burial ground (meet at the burial ground)
They've undid the aerial
Tore down the merry-go-round
This world's (this world's) all wrong (all wrong)
So let's go where we belong (let's go where we belong)
Pack up the stereo, meet at the burial ground

Oh, Len (oh, Len) come down (come down)
And meet at the burial ground (meet at the burial ground)
They've undid the aerial
Tore down the merry-go-round (merry-go-round)
(Tore down the merry-go-round)
This world's (this world's) all wrong (all wrong)
So let's go where we belong (let's go where we belong)
Pack up the stereo, meet at the burial ground

It's a contract malarial, meet at the burial ground