And I can feel it on your skin Smell it on your breath That lingering odor of death I wrote that line for her In case you couldn't tell That didn't win her over very well I will search you four more times until I get a satisfactory response Talkin' about God Talkin' about death Let's take this talking of ours to bed You were chaste and cold You'll take it to the grave You only want me for my brain I will search you four more times until You give a satisfactory response I suppose I still would search you four more times until I get a better offer from a cheaper thrill ♪ I'm in debt to whoever embalmed you I have never had the hots so damn bad Courting you is all I'm into Set my features because I'm ready I'm ready I'm ready I would do anything, anything The chase, the catch, the corpse Please hold up your end