Pickled brain and monkey's paw Sweetest thing I ever saw Laying out on the slab Custom made in the lab Dead of night I hear her scream She's a mortician's dream To die for from head to toe Fucking beauty, don't you know?
Dying, dying to meet you You look so good I could eat you Dying, dying to meet you Dying,dying to meet you
Meet me when the moon is bright Third tombstone from the right She's been sleeping in the morgue Call her on my Ouija board All her parts are made to fit Built her like a model kit Waiting for her blood to clot Home made girl I love a lot
Dying, dying to meet you You look so good I could eat you Dying, dying to meet you Dying,dying to meet you
Tap your vein , slash my palm Pump out all of the embalm Flashing lightening brings you life Come to me, be my wife
Some like men, some like drag some like any fucking hag Hot love, rock and roll All can make you sell your soul
Dying, dying to meet you You look so good I could eat you Dying, dying to meet you Dying,dying to meet you Dying! Dying! Dying! Dying to meet you, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.