Code Blue
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 fuck the dead
Cause I can do what I want and they won't complain
I wanna fuck
I wanna fuck 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 red
Cause I can do what I want and they won't complain
I wanna fuck
I wanna fuck 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 star
Autor(es): Jack Grisham, Mike Roche, Ron Emory, Todd Barnes