| Got an animated corpse at my beck and call
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| You will find my skin cells underneath his fingernails
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| Carpet fibers from my car covering his coat
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| And clinging to his follicles
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| Every day we meet plot fourteen
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| And he hops in the front in the seat next to me
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| He can’t wait till I tell him what I need
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| Then he nod a rotting head and then I set him free
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| Oh you should see him in this revelry tonight
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| He’ll spread a pestilence across the land
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| Oh you should see him yea
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| He’s looking hella fine
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| His eyeholes cannot cry
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| Oh he’s my…
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| Animated corpse rapping at the back
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| Clawing at the window peeking in on tiptoe
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| Eager to deliver and it makes me laugh
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| So I make him wait it’ll make a funny anecdote
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| Every night at ten he shows up again
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| Hiding 'em behind his back I pick a bony hand
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| I pat him on the head and I kiss him on the cheek
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| Then I pack him in the trunk back to plot fourteen
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| Oh you should see him in his revelry tonight
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| He’ll spread a pestilence across the land
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| Oh you should see him yeah
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| He’s looking hella fine
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| Oh he’s a filthy slime
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| (Oh he’s attracting flies)
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| And he’s mine |