Ah - wake up, wake up, wake up.
Don't - wake up, wake up, wake up.
Wake up, wake up, wake up.
It's naughty
Very naughty necrophilia
Without a care
I'm compassionate about killing her
I'd have my way
With what's left of the will in her.
Cosmopolitans and cocaine
An occasional pill in her
When she'd smoke I saw a spark
But it was dark so
I drove her home when she died
Sexy suicide
Sweet nothings for the nom,
You feel where I'm coming from?
Have no fear everything's fine
My girl parties all the time.
Did you hear what I said?
With this ring I thee wed.
Her body in my bed,
She was cool when I met her,
But I think I like her better dead.
Ah - wake up, wake up, wake up.
Don't - wake up, wake up, wake up.
The production is progressive
But the reason is retro
The course of cold blooded murder
I named it neo Necro.
I whispered in her ear to hear an echo.
Ech, ech, echo...
I keep her, it's cheaper,
I love her too much to let go,
We discussed over dinner how she'd die before the day was done,
So I caught her just in time
To have a little fun
And you could use a little sun.
So scream and holler
Run and play,
Wish you could die
Another day.
I'm glad to say that I
Done what I could to revive
My softer side survived, damn.
But she was alright,
She was alive.
Writer(s): Thomas Callaway, Brian Joseph Burton
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