Motionless In White – Not My Type: Dead As Fuck 2 lyrics

person Cuslifolder_openNexusaccess_time June 6, 2018

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 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 ’til 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’ll use your corpse as a catwalk
She’ll use your corpse

She loves me ’cause I like to give head like a zombie
(I) eat, eat, eat ’til 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
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 ’til 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
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

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