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