Stephen Lynch - A Month Dead lyrics

I lie next to her in the bed

She's the kind of girl I'd like to wed

Nevermind the fact that she's dead

It turns me on

It turns me on

Sure, she's a little cold to the touch

But that doesn't bother me much

Because the embalmer did such

A lovely job

A lovely job

She's a month dead and she's starting to smell

But if loving a corpse is a sin, I'll see you in hell

And now, I got her propped up in a chair

She's losing her skin and her hair

And I'm wishing she wouldn't stare

So much at me

So much at me

Yeah, Rigor mortis is taking its toll

And her body is as stiff as a pole

But I'll never put her back in the hole

I dug her from

I dug her from

She's a month dead and she's starting to smell

But if loving a corpse is a sin, I'll see you in hell