Fuck Me Dead
Written By: Forgotten Rebels
Transcribed By: Master Staff Music (Corrected to Lyric Sheet by Steve Gibbons)

I don't like the name tag between your toes
I don't like the snot running out of your nose
I don't like the stains on your pantyhose
Just your cold, stiff body when I hold you close

I like rigor mortis when it just sets in
I know where you're going -- I don't care where you've been
A pillow in a coffin's just as nice as a bed 
And baby I love it when you fuck me dead 
Said baby I love it when you fuck me dead

Every new girl's another three day affair
Gotta to be gentle not to pull out your hair
Really doesn't matter if she's grey-haired and old
Doesn't really matter if she's too young or cold*

Smilin' in Emergency -- a drag you're O.K.
Rather make it with you when you're D.O.A.
Lyin' there stiff when it's time to play
I can't wait till the undertaker goes away

Hangin' upside down when you're getting drained
S&M pleasure on the wall when you're chained*
When your splattered love juices still remain
Oh baby I love it when you fuck me dead
Said baby I love it when you fuck me dead

Every new girl's another three day affair
Doesn't really matter if I pull out your hair
Doesn't really matter if she's too young or old
Gotta be careful 'r she'll rot if she's [not] cold

Baby, baby I'll hold you close
Quick, quick, before you decompose
Baby, baby I'll hold you close
And baby I love it when you fuck me dead
I said baby I love it when you fuck me dead
Said baby I love it when you fuck me dead
Said baby I love it when you fuck