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