Code Blue
(Indisponível)
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.
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