And 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
Talkin' about God
Talkin' about death
Let's take this talking of ours to bed
You were 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 response
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'm ready
I would do anything, anything
The chase, the catch, the corpse
Please hold up your end
