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 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 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