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*ck the dead
'Cause I can do what I want and they won't complain
I wanna f*ck I wanna f*ck 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 f*ck I wanna f*ck 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
Chorus
Code Blue Video (MV)
Performed By: TSOL
Language: English
Length: 2:08
Written by: Jack Grisham, Mike Roche, Ron Emory, Todd Barnes
TSOL - Code Blue Lyrics
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English
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*ck the dead
'Cause I can do what I want and they won't complain
I wanna f*ck I wanna f*ck 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 f*ck I wanna f*ck 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
Chorus
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*ck the dead
'Cause I can do what I want and they won't complain
I wanna f*ck I wanna f*ck 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 f*ck I wanna f*ck 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
Chorus
Writer: Jack Grisham, Mike Roche, Ron Emory, Todd Barnes
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management