Code Blue - Various Artists
I never got along
With the girls at my school
Filling me up with all their
Morals and their rules
They'd pile all their problems on my head
I'd rather go out and f**k the dead
'Cause I can do what I want
And they won't complain
I wanna f**k I wanna f**k the dead
Middle of the night so silently
I creep on over to the mortuary
Lift up the casket
And fiddle with the dead
Their cold blue flesh
Makes me turn erect
'Cause I can do what I want
And they won't complain
I wanna f**k I wanna f**k the dead
And I don't even care how she died...
But I like it better if she smells
Of formaldehyde!
Never on the rag
Or say leave me alone
They don't scream
And they don't moan
Don't even cry if I shoot in their hair
Lying on the table
She smiles and she stares
'Cause I can do what I want
And they won't complain
I wanna f**k I wanna f**k the dead
