Rolling Stones Dancing With Mr. D. Rumor is that this song is about Death and the Grim Reaper. Pictures of Heddy Lamar and unknown model. LYRICS: Down in the graveyard where we have our tryst The air smells sweet, the air smells sick He never smiles, his mouth merely twists The breath in my lungs feels clinging and thick But I know his name, he’s called Mr. D. And one of these days he’s gonna set you free Human skulls is hangin’ right ’round his neck The palms of my hands is clammy and wet Lord, I
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