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Necrophilia

G.b.h
(album: Leather, Bristles, No Survivors & Sick Boys)

Make love to you your eyes are closed,
your body is rotting it´s decomposed.
Your hair straggled in a spider´s web ..
you´re dead.

No remorse ..
screw the corpse.

Your clothes are in a state of decay,
just like you they´re thrown away.
Your body´s filled with lava flies,
why oh why did you have to die?

I come and see you every night,
unlike my girl you don´t put up a fight.
I´m close to you, put flowers on your tomb ..
´cause I was born in your womb.