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Músicas semelhantes
Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Cerulli
Lead Vocals
Drew Fulk
Background Vocals
Mick Kenney
Programming
Devin Sola
Bass
Gaiapatra
Background Vocals
Josh Balz
Keyboards
Marie Christine-Allard
Background Vocals
Ricky Horror
Rhythm Guitar
Tom Hane
Drums
Ryan Sitkowski
Lead Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Cerulli
Songwriter
Drew Fulk
Songwriter
Mick Kenny
Songwriter
Richard Olson
Songwriter
Tom Hane
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Cerulli
Producer
Drew Fulk
Engineer
Jeff Dunne
Editing Engineer
John Loustou
Drum Technician
Samon Rajabnik
Drum Technician
Josh Wilbur
Mixing Engineer
Josh Strock
Engineer
WZRD BLD
Producer
Letra
She's got no soul, heart black as coal
She's from Hollywood, Forever dug her out of a hole
And here we go again, spinnin' me in her web
She said "there's just no rest for the queen of the dead"
There's just no rest for the queen of the dead
There's just no rest for the queen...
Another trick to treat her with candy apple dreams
Gonna rot her teeth cause I'm so sweet
One lick to rule them all
They crumble as they crawl
She loves me cause I like to give head like a zombie
(I) eat, eat, eat
till her insides are on me
She loves me cause I give head like a zombie
(I) eat, eat, eat
and nobody's gonna stop me
And in the glow of the pale moonlight
She goes for a spin on my haunted hayride
Tried out the living but I don't believe the hype
Cause if she's got a pulse, then she's not my type.
She's got a temper in stock, made of hemlock
Uses absinthe as a lip gloss
Death hawk, fresh New Rock's
She'll use your corpse as a catwalk
She loves me cause I like to give head like a zombie
(I) eat, eat, eat
till her insides are on me
She loves me cause I give head like a zombie
(I) eat, eat, eat
and nobody's gonna stop me
And in the glow of the pale moonlight
She goes for a spin on my haunted hayride
Tried out the living but I don't believe the hype
Cause if she's got a pulse, then she's not my type.
She'll use your corpse as a catwalk
Plays truth or dare in the mirror
Uses absinthe as a lip gloss
Undead, but won't shed a tear
She's my graveyard baby
She's my...
She loves me cause I like to give head like a zombie
(I) eat, eat, eat
till her insides are on me
She loves me cause I give head like a zombie
(I) eat, eat, eat
and nobody's gonna stop me
And in the glow of the pale moonlight
She goes for a spin on my haunted hayride
Tried out the living but I don't believe the hype
Cause if she's got a pulse, then she's not my type.
D-E-A-D
If she's got a pulse, then she's not my type.
Writer(s): Michael Kenney, Chris Cerulli, Richard Olson, Andrew Fulk, Tom Hane
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