Rest in Peace - Darren Criss

Please, oh, please, though they’re all deceased

I beg of you on bended knee

Please, oh, please, let them rest in peace

For once they start, they never cease

You see, here lies good, old Fred

A great big rock fell on his head

And a peaceful rest lies brother Claude

Planted here beneath this sod

There’s the first lady of opera, Haunting Harriet

Searched for a tune but could never carry it

Poor cousin Maude who never awoke

The night her dreams went up in smoke

Please, oh, please, though they’re all deceased

We must beware the spirits' release

Rest in peace, cousin Huet

We all know you didn’t do it

Mary wrote mysteries with masterful quill

Not knowing the ink of words could kill

So, please, oh, please, let them rest in peace

Once they start, they never cease

And right before your very eyes

As the moon climbs high o’er the dead oak tree

Spooks arrive for the midnight spree

Creepy creeps with eerie eyes

Start to shriek and harmonize

Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize

Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize