A Month Dead Lyrics - Singles - Stephen Lynch

I lie next to her in the bed 

She's the kind of girl I'd like to wed 

Nevermind the fact that she's dead 

It turns me on 

It turns me on 

Sure, she's a little cold to the touch 

But that doesn't bother me much 

Because the embalmer did such 

A lovely job 

A lovely job 

She's a month dead and she's starting to smell 

But if loving a corpse is a sin, I'll see you in hell 

And now, I got her propped up in a chair 

She's losing her skin and her hair 

And I'm wishing she wouldn't stare 

So much at me 

So much at me 

Yeah, Rigor mortis is taking its toll 

And her body is as stiff as a pole 

But I'll never put her back in the hole 

I dug her from 

I dug her from 

She's a month dead and she's starting to smell 

But if loving a corpse is a sin, I'll see you in hell