I can feel it on your skin
smell it on your breath
that lingering odor
of death
I wrote that line for her
in case you couldn't tell
that didn't win her over
very well
I will search you four more
times until
I get a satisfactory response
Talking about god
talkin' 'bout death
Let's take this talking of ours
to bed
You are chaste and cold
you'll take it to the grave
You only want me
for my brain
I will search you four more
times until
you give a satisfactory 'sponse
I suppose I still
would search you four more
times until
I get a better offer from a
cheaper thrill
I'm in debt
to whoever embalmed you
I have never had
the hots so damn bad
Courting you
is all I'm into
Set my features
because I'm ready
I'm ready
I would do anything
anything
The chase
the catch
the corpse
Please
hold up
your end
