I never got along with the girls at my school Filling me up with all their morals and their rules They`d pile all their problems on my head I`d rather go out and fuck the dead Cause I can do what I want and they won`t complain I wanna fuck I wanna fuck the dead Middle of the night so silently I creep on over to the mortuary Lift up the casket and fiddle with the dead Their cold blue flesh makes me turn red Cause I can do what I want and they won`t complain I wanna fuck I wanna fuck the dead And I donit even care how she died... But I like it better if she smells of formaldehyde!Never on the rag or say leave me alone They donit scream and they don`t moan Don`t even cry if I shoot in their hair Lying on the table she smiles and she stares Send " Code Blue" Ringtone to your Cell
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