1. Ten Years Dead
I’m not quite sure what I see in you
Maybe it’s something ‘bout your pale green hue
Or is it the way that you walk so slow
With your arms outstretched baby I don’t know.
Your eyes are bloodshot and your hair is a mess
Eating brains is what ya do best
You walk through the streets late at night
And I can’t seem to put up much of a fight
Ten years dead but ya still treat me mean
You’re my zombie lover, my zombie queen
Ladders in your stockings and a tear in your dress
I look at you and don’t care less
People think that you’re real mean
But I knew you before you were green.
Ten years dead and ya still treat me mean
You’re my zombie lover, my zombie queen.