She's got no soul, heart black as She's from Hollywood, Forever dug her out of a 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 of the dead just no rest for the queen...
Another trick to her with candy apple dreams Gonna rot her cause I'm so sweet One to rule them all They as they crawl
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 gonna me And in the glow of the 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's got a temper in stock, of hemlock Uses as a lip gloss Death hawk, fresh New She'll use corpse as a catwalk
She loves me I like to give head like a zombie (I) eat, eat, eat till her are on me She me cause I give head like a zombie (I) eat, eat, eat and gonna stop me And in the of the pale moonlight She for a spin on my haunted hayride out the living but I don't believe the hype Cause if she's got a pulse, she's not my type.
use your corpse as a catwalk Plays truth or dare in the Uses as a lip gloss Undead, but won't a tear
She's my graveyard my...
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 like a zombie (I) eat, eat, eat and nobody's stop me And in the glow of the moonlight She goes for a spin on my hayride Tried out the but I don't believe the hype Cause if got a pulse, then she's not my type.
If she's got a pulse, she's not my type.