I never got along with the girls at 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 silenty I creep on over 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 don't 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 don't scream and thay don't moan Don't even cry if I shoot in the hair Lying on the table she smiles and she stares
