She's got no soul, heart as coal from Hollywood, Forever dug her out of a hole And here we go again, me in her web She said "there's just no rest for the of the dead"
There's just no rest for the queen of the There's no rest for the queen...
Another trick to treat her with candy apple Gonna rot her cause I'm so sweet One to rule them all They crumble as they
She loves me cause I like to give like a zombie (I) eat, eat, eat her insides are on me She loves me cause I give head like a (I) eat, eat, eat and nobody's stop me And in the glow of the pale She goes for a spin on my haunted Tried out the living but I believe the hype Cause if got a pulse, then she's not my type.
She's got a temper in stock, made of Uses absinthe as a lip Death hawk, New Rock's She'll use your as a catwalk
She loves me cause I like to give head a zombie (I) eat, eat, eat till her are on me She loves me I give head like a zombie (I) eat, eat, eat and gonna stop me And in the of the pale moonlight She goes for a spin on my haunted Tried out the but I don't believe the hype if she's got a pulse, then she's not my type.
She'll use your corpse as a truth or dare in the mirror Uses as a lip gloss Undead, but won't shed a
She's my graveyard my...
She loves me cause I like to head like a zombie (I) eat, eat, eat till her are on me She loves me cause I give head like a (I) eat, eat, eat and nobody's gonna me And in the glow of the pale She for a spin on my haunted hayride Tried out the living but I don't believe the if she's got a pulse, then she's not my type.
If she's got a pulse, then not my type.