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