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 Eat, eat, eat till her insides are on me She loves me 'cause I give head like a zombie 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 Yeah, if she's got a pulse, then she's not my type, yeah If she's got a pulse, then she's not my type, yeah If she's got a pulse, if she's got a pulse She's got a temper in stock, made of hemlock Uses absinthe as a lip gloss Death hawk, fresh New Rocks She'll use your corpse as a catwalk She'll use your corpse as a catwalk She'll use your corpse She loves me 'cause I like to give head like a zombie Eat, eat, eat till her insides are on me She loves me 'cause I give head like a zombie 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 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 Eat, eat, eat till her insides are on me She loves me 'cause I give head like a zombie 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 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