You're a dead girl
Or at least you oughta be
Got maggots in your head
As far as I can see
You don't got shit to say
But you sure do a lot of talking
And if you don't mind
I'd rather see you dead
You're so dead girl
Like, I mean, literally
I'm gonna tie you up
And feed you to the sea
Theres a moon upstairs
And he sure gets real thirsty
And upon request
He wants one dumb cunt
Yeah!
Thats you!
Aw
I found you!
Welcome to the dead world
Where we can live peacefully
Just you and I, passing time
Which now, has ceased to be
Down the boulevard
We'll haunt the night until morning
Hand in hand at last
We'll watch the living rustle by
Rustle by