Code Blue

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