Deep down below the ground
The non-living gather around
As the bride and groom proceed
To commit the ever-binding deed
The wedding guests look rather dead
The wedding dress is stained blood-red
A corpse for a bride...
The groom has died...
The priest's a stiff...
Fresh blood I sniff...
The groom cannot hear
There's a bullet in his ear
Maggots wriggle in the cake
Their brains frying as they bake
A wedding day so morbid
The cake tastes rather horrid
Served with exhumed beast
Oh what a wedding feast
The bride's mom is pumped full of lead
The groom's dad is without a head
A corpse for a bride...
The groom has died...
The priest's a stiff...
Fresh blood I sniff...
[Guitar Solo: "A Wedding Cake Not for the Weak Stomached" by Bryn Erdman]
The bride's dad choked and died
The groom's mom croaked and fried
A brand new coffin as a wedding gift
Cause jealousy amongst the other stiffs
A corpse for a bride...
The groom has died...
The priest's a stiff...
Fresh blood I sniff...
A morbid wedding indeed!
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