i met a girl named kukuxumushu
and she did it wearing two shoes
she tossed me in a bag before she threw me away
she ran around telling all my friends i was gay. oh my god!
don't make me sing you a love song
i took a ride with succubus sally
she drained-a my soul down at the bowling alley
she scratches my skin and she kissed in my head
and she liquifies the living to feed to the dead
don't make me sing you a love song
there are policemen with more sympathy
and paupers with more money than me
and while those things they might be true
there are corpses with more
i fell in love with hollywood heather
but she was just another angry trend setter
her body was assembled by a plastic md
and she made me the object of her insecurity