I think of you in the morning
I think of you in the night
I dream of kissing your lips
And holding you tight
But my brains are on the carpet
And spread across the wall
It's too late little darling
To give me a call
CHORUS:
'Cause I'm dead, I'm dead
You'd better find someone else instead
You don't want a corpse lying in your bed
I'm putrefying, I'm dead
I know you love me, baby
I think that's pretty neat
I'm still quite attractive
For a bloody pile of meat
So catch ya later, lovey
There's not much I can do
I'm sure you want to see me
But I'll just make you spew
(CHORUS)