| A morbid minded coroner at the county morgue
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| Has a twisted fascination with corpse that he adores
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| Waiting for the moment, when no one is around
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| Nobody will ever know and she won’t make a sound
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| Unzippering the body bad, anticipation grows
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| There are no more signs of life, her eyes are dead and cold
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| His most perverse of fantasies are finally coming true
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| He finds himself aroused by the smell of embalming fumes
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| He has found the corpse of all his dreams
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| Achieving orgasm by any means
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| Penetrating inside the cadaver
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| Alive or dead, to him it doesn’t matter
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| Years of pent up sexual frustration
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| Have led to cadaverous fornication
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| The pleasure was growing but he didn’t realize
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| That inside her was a virus that made him zombified
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| Transformed, he lusts for human flesh
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| Lurking in the neighborhood, the coroner’s possessed
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| Reborn, as a raging psychopath
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| The doctor is in beware of his wrath
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| Romance in the Rue Morgue
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| Got an STD from a dead whore
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| He fucked some tail from the crypt
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| She was so beautiful, he just couldn’t resist
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| Possessed by the pathogen
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| He’ll never be the same again
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| Dead or alive he just wanted to love her
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| I guess he should have worn a rubber |