Chapel Gates

I'm in love with a bloodlust baby With aspirations to be Mary Shelley Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-whoa Led by the hand through the cemetery Laid down on her back in the mortuary Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-whoa Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh She will sit and wait By the chapel gates I know she will She's getting laid but not to rest She's undead and undressed My bloodlust girl Go! Go! But not for the dearly or departed Not for the living or weak-hearted Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-whoa Sharp as a knife, cold as a tomb Laid in a deathbed built for two Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-whoa Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh She will sit and wait By the chapel gates I know she will She's getting laid but not to rest She's undead and undressed My bloodlust girl How sweet is the affection of others, to such a wretch as I am? She will sit and wait By the chapel gates I know she will She's getting laid but not to rest She's undead and undressed My bloodlust girl