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