I fell in love with the living dead
She took a love bite out of my head
Now I'm burning with a fever that I just can't explain
Won't you help me, help me, help me
Put a bullet in my brain
Lest I graze on yours instead
Is this some force from outer space
Some cans of trioxin misplaced
Is this some wicked voodoo spell
Or is there just no more room in hell
I feel the hunger rising from inside
If you're not gonna pull that trigger baby you'd better run and hide
Now rigor mortis is setting in
I know I've only got myself to blame for letting her get under my skin
I say
Is this some virus that escaped
Just some mad scientist's mistake
Is this the end, well, who can tell
Feels like there's no more room in hell
Is this some force from outer space
Some cans of trioxin misplaced
Is this the end, well, who can tell
Feels like there's no more room in hell