Let's go!
Let's fucking go!

Bring the corpses to my bedroom
Bring the corpses to my bed

I don't care if they're purple
I don't care if they're green
It's still a piece of action, if you know what I mean
I don't care if their downstairs is dry
I've got a tub of Vasaline to get me by

At least these ones won't kick
At least these ones won't scream
And won't object to taking one for the team
I can't score with the living
At least I'm not taking, but giving

"I don't care how long they've been gone for
I'll still treat them like a dirty whore"

But if they're still pretty fresh then...

That's just fan-fucking-tastic!
That's just fan-fucking-tastic to me!
That's just fan-fucking-tastic!
That's just fan-fucking-tastic to me!

FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC
FAN
FUCKING
TASTIC

breeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!


Lyrics submitted by Haunted Devil

ROFLOL (Right, Okay, Fucking Leave Out Love) song meanings
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