Code Blue (Dunce Version) Lyrics

(God might disagree with me one this one but, I don't see anything wrong with necrophilia)

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 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

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

'Cause I can do what I want

And they won't complain

I wanna fuck, I wanna fuck the dead