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1  [T.S.O.L. cover song]1
  I never got along with the girls at my school  I never got along with the girls at my school
1  Filling me up with all their morals and their rules   Filling me up with all their morals and their        1
2         They'd pile all their problems on my head   rules They'd pile all their problems on my head 2
3                                                                   I'd rather go out and fuck the dead Cause I can do 3
4  I'd rather go out and                                  fuck the dead   what I want      and they won't complain I wanna fuck I       4
5  Cause I can do what I want and they won't complain   wanna fuck the dead Middle of the night so                  5
6                                                               silently I creep on over to the mortuary Lift up 6
7  I wanna fuck                                         the casket and fiddle with the dead Their cold 7
8                                            I wanna fuck the dead   blue flesh makes me turn red Cause I can do what I 8
9                                                                want and they won't complain I wanna fuck I wanna 9
10  Middle of the night so silently I creep on over to the mortuary   fuck     the dead And           I donit even care how she           10
11  Lift up the casket and fiddle with the dead       died... But I like it better if she smells of 11
12  Their cold blue flesh makes me turn red       formaldehyde! Never on the rag or say leave me 12
13  Cause I can do what I want and they won't complain          alone They donit scream                and they don't moan Don't 13
14                                                              even cry if I shoot in their hair Lying on the 14
15  I wanna fuck                     table she smiles and she stares 15
1  I wanna fuck the dead   1
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3  And I don't even care how she died   3
4  But I like it better if she smells of formaldehyde   4
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6  Never on the rag or say leave me alone   6
7  They don't scream and they don't moan   7
8  Don't even cry if I shoot in their hair   8
9  Lying on the table she smiles and she star   9
      


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