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i wanna fuck the dead
I wanna fuck the dead, i never got along with the girls at my school T.S.O.L., i creep on over to the mortuary
but i like it better
i wanna fuck the dead
And i don t even care how she died, and they won t complain
I never got along with the girls at my school, don t even cry if i shoot in their hair, but i like it better
lift up the casket and fiddle with the dead
Filling me up with all their morals and their rules, don t even cry if i shoot in their hair Blue, i d rather go out and fuck the dead
And i don t even care how she died, and they won t complain
I wanna fuck the dead, never on the rag or say leave me alone
I wanna fuck the dead, filling me up with all their morals and their rules
Cause i can do what i want, i wanna fuck, and they won t complain
But i like it better, i wanna fuck, if she smells of formaldehyde
Never on the rag or say leave me alone, i wanna fuck the dead
but i like it better
If she smells of formaldehyde, i wanna fuck
but i like it better
Lying on the table she smiles and she stares, if she smells of formaldehyde, and they won t complain
I wanna fuck, middle of the night so silently
If she smells of formaldehyde, i wanna fuck the dead Blue, their cold blue flesh makes me turn red
I creep on over to the mortuary, lying on the table she smiles and she stares
And they won t complain, don t even cry if i shoot in their hair, but i like it better
Do what i want, i wanna fuck Code, lying on the table she smiles and she stares
Their cold blue flesh makes me turn red, and they won t complain
i wanna fuck
Their cold blue flesh makes me turn red, i wanna fuck the dead
i creep on over to the mortuary
They d pile all their problems on my head, do what i want
don t even cry if i shoot in their hair
i wanna fuck the dead
Cause i can do what i want, don t even cry if i shoot in their hair
Lying on the table she smiles and she stares, don t even cry if i shoot in their hair
They don t scream and they don t moan, i never got along with the girls at my school
i wanna fuck the dead
I wanna fuck, i wanna fuck the dead
And they won t complain, i wanna fuck the dead Code, and they won t complain
And they won t complain, i creep on over to the mortuary, don t even cry if i shoot in their hair
don t even cry if i shoot in their hair
they d pile all their problems on my head
I wanna fuck the dead, never on the rag or say leave me alone
and they won t complain
their cold blue flesh makes me turn red
i wanna fuck the dead
Middle of the night so silently, i wanna fuck the dead, i never got along with the girls at my school