Is it wrong to have a corpse in my bed I don’t think so, even if she is dead Is it disturbing, is it a crime She’s been expired for quite some time
Couldn’t let her repose underground A feast for worms inside her burial mound Consecrated by the powers above We fit like a severed hand in glove
My only complaint’s the perfume she wears A mix of rancid milk and moldy pears I’m just scared, don’t want to be alone Even if she’s just skin and bone
Her skin is dry and body full of dust One day I’m afraid she just might combust I could never think of leaving her side Even though it’s been years since she died
My only complaint’s the perfume she wears A mix of rancid milk and moldy pears I’m just scared, don’t want to be alone Even if she’s just skin and bone
Let me reiterate what has been said Is it really that wrong to have a corpse in my bed I’m just scared, don’t want to be alone Even if she’s just skin and boneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
