She's got no soul, heart black as She's from Hollywood, 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 just no rest for the queen of the There's no rest for the queen...
Another trick to treat her with candy dreams rot her teeth cause I'm so sweet One lick to them all crumble as they crawl
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 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.
got a temper in stock, made of hemlock Uses absinthe as a lip hawk, fresh New Rock's She'll use your as a catwalk
She loves me cause I like to give head like a (I) eat, eat, eat her insides are on me She me cause I give head like a zombie (I) eat, eat, eat and nobody's gonna me And in the glow of the moonlight She for a spin on my haunted hayride out the living but I don't believe the hype Cause if got a pulse, then she's not my type.
She'll use your corpse as a truth or dare in the mirror Uses absinthe as a lip Undead, but shed a tear
my graveyard baby my...
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 nobody's gonna me And in the of the pale moonlight She for a spin 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.