I never got along with the girls at my school

Filling me up with all their morals and their rules

Theyd pile all their problems on my head

Id rather go out and fuck the dead

Cause I can do what I want and they wont 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 wont complain

I wanna fuck I wanna fuck the dead

And I dont 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 dont scream and they dont moan

Dont even cry if I shoot in their hair

Lying on the table she smiles and she stares

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