"Ask your mommy if you can come out and prey"

"TEEN BABES FROM SPACE"

Code Blue

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I never got along with the boys 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 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 he died...
But I like it better if he smells of formaldehyde!

Never do they nag 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 he smiles and he stares….