She's got no soul, heart 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 rest for the of the dead just no rest for the queen...
Another trick to treat her with candy dreams Gonna rot her teeth cause I'm so One lick to rule all They crumble as crawl
She loves me I like to give 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 gonna stop me And in the glow of the pale 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.
She's got a temper in stock, of hemlock Uses absinthe as a lip hawk, fresh New Rock's She'll use your corpse as a
She loves me I like to give 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 gonna me And in the glow of the pale 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, then not my type.
She'll use your corpse as a Plays or dare in the mirror absinthe as a lip gloss Undead, but won't shed a
She's my graveyard my...
She me cause I like to give head like a zombie (I) eat, eat, eat till her are on me She loves me cause I give 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 but I don't believe the hype Cause if got a pulse, then she's not my type.
If she's got a pulse, then not my type.