It was the coldest winter, that I ever felt But the fire in your eyes, could make these icicles melt Into a river, the type that likes to drown I swear to God I'll laugh my head off as I'm going down Decapitated and amused You'll be captivated by my body, bloated and blue You'll throw a party, the searchin' type You'll never find my head if you look a thousand nights It'll be carried off to, the Gulf of Mexico It'll be wearing a grin, the type you'll never know I'm sorry, didn't mean to leave a corpse like this I guess you'll close the casket, without a goodbye kiss Yeah I'm sorry, that you did this to me I'm sorry, didn't mean to leave a corpse like this one Didn't mean to leave a corpse like this one