| She’s got no soul, heart black as coal
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| She’s from Hollywood Forever, dug her out of a hole
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| And here we go again, spinnin' me in her web
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| She said, «There's just no rest for the queen of the dead»
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| There’s just no rest for the queen of the dead
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| There’s just no rest for the queen
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| Another trick to treat with candy apple dreams
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| Gonna rot her teeth 'cause I’m so sweet
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| One lick to rule them all
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| They crumble as they crawl
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| She loves me 'cause I like to give head like a zombie
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| (I) eat, eat, eat 'til her insides are on me
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| She loves me 'cause I give head like a zombie
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| (I) eat, eat, eat and nobody’s gonna stop me
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| And in the glow of the pale moonlight
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| She goes for a spin on my haunted hayride
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| Tried out the living but I don’t believe the hype
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| 'Cause if she’s got a pulse, then she’s not my type
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| She’s got a temper in stock, made of hemlock
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| Uses absinthe as a lip gloss
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| Death hawk, fresh New Rock’s
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| She’ll use your corpse as a catwalk
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| She’ll use your corpse as a catwalk
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| She’ll use your corpse
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| She loves me 'cause I like to give head like a zombie
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| (I) eat, eat, eat 'til her insides are on me
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| She loves me 'cause I give head like a zombie
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| (I) eat, eat, eat and nobody’s gonna stop me
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| And in the glow of the pale moonlight
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| She goes for a spin on my haunted hayride
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| Tried out the living but I don’t believe the hype
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| 'Cause if she’s got a pulse, then she’s not my type
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| If she’s got a pulse, then she’s not my type
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| She’ll use your corpse as a catwalk
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| Plays truth or dare in the mirror
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| Uses absinthe as a lip gloss
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| Undead, but won’t shed a tear
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| She’s my graveyard baby
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| She’s my
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| She loves me 'cause I like to give head like a zombie
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| (I) eat, eat, eat 'til her insides are on me
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| She loves me 'cause I give head like a zombie
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| (I) eat, eat, eat and nobody’s gonna stop me
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| And in the glow of the pale moonlight
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| She goes for a spin on my haunted hayride
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| Tried out the living but I don’t believe the hype
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| 'Cause if she’s got a pulse, then she’s not my type
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| If she’s got a pulse, then she’s not my type
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| If she’s got a pulse, then she’s not my type |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Not My Type: Dead as Fuck 2 , by - Motionless In White. Song from the album Graveyard Shift, in the genre