We don't have a dream, it's what you wanted 
 Scrape until the scream, this place is haunted 
 Close the lips and kiss, divine submission 
 Nothing but a hiss, we've got ignition 
 Pretty when your mouth is shut 
 Bend and brace yourself for every cut 
 Here's a [bad word] who can sing 
 And folks are frantic 
 To touch as much as a piece of her string 
 How romantic 
 Please I'll be gentle 
 It's just a rental 
 Your voice is void 
 Squeeze 'til your bones break 
 Screened 'til it's too late now 
 [bad word] to court their [bad word] 
 Deceased, but we still report for our abandon 
 Sing so I save a shred of life or life-like thought 
 We're not living dead, at least not quite yet