Uh huh, wake up, wake up, wake up 
Don't wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up 
Uh huh, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up 
It's naughty, very naughty necrophilia 
Without a care [bad word] about killing her 
I'd have my way with what's left of the will in her 
Cosmopolitans, and cocaine, and an occasional pill in her 
When she spoke I saw a spark, but it was dark so 
I drove her home when she died, y suicide 
Sweet nothings for the numb, you feel where [bad word] from? 
Have no fear, everything's fine, my girl parties all the time 
Did you hear what I said? With this ring I thee wed 
body in my bed, she was cool when I met her 
But I think I like her better dead 

The production is progressive, but the reason is retro 
The cords are cold-blooded murder, I named it neo-necro 
I whispered in her ear to hear an echo, echo-co-co 
I keep her - it's cheaper - I love too much to let go 
We discussed over dinner how she would die before the day was done 
So I've caught her just in time to have a little fun 
And you could use a little sun 
So scream and [bad word] and play 
Wish you could die another day 
I'm glad to say that I've 
Done what I could to revive 
My softer side survived  [bad word]  that [bad word] was all right, when she was alive 
Ha ha ha...