Cute Corpses
I could almost cry when I look into your eyes
Never thought I'd ever find this kind of love
When they lay us down to rest we'll be the pair that fits the best
In our little wooden nest down in the mud
We'll be cute corpses, cute corpses
Cute corpses when we die
We'll be cute corpses, cute corpses
Cute corpses when the world begins to fry
Don't you know my dear that the end is drawing near
We ain't got too many years before the flood
When the permafrost will melt and the fires rise from Hell
And the virus kill the cells and feast on blood
We'll be cute corpses, cute corpses
Cute corpses when we die
We'll be cute corpses, cute corpses
Cute corpses when the world meets it's demise
(Na na na, na na na na
Na na na, na na na na
Na na na, na na na na
Na na na, na na na na)
And when it all comes crashing down, we'll build a new life underground
Cause soon the great extinction comes, oh what a time to be in love
We'll walk the cinder hand in hand, surviving on the wasted land
Until there's no more time to kill, yes in the end you know that
We'll be cute corpses, cute corpses
Cute corpses when we die
We'll be cute corpses, cute corpses
Cute corpses waiting for
The afterlife
No don't you cry, it ain't no lie
Our bodies fly to paradise
We'll have the time, time of our lives
When we die
Never thought I'd ever find this kind of love
When they lay us down to rest we'll be the pair that fits the best
In our little wooden nest down in the mud
We'll be cute corpses, cute corpses
Cute corpses when we die
We'll be cute corpses, cute corpses
Cute corpses when the world begins to fry
Don't you know my dear that the end is drawing near
We ain't got too many years before the flood
When the permafrost will melt and the fires rise from Hell
And the virus kill the cells and feast on blood
We'll be cute corpses, cute corpses
Cute corpses when we die
We'll be cute corpses, cute corpses
Cute corpses when the world meets it's demise
(Na na na, na na na na
Na na na, na na na na
Na na na, na na na na
Na na na, na na na na)
And when it all comes crashing down, we'll build a new life underground
Cause soon the great extinction comes, oh what a time to be in love
We'll walk the cinder hand in hand, surviving on the wasted land
Until there's no more time to kill, yes in the end you know that
We'll be cute corpses, cute corpses
Cute corpses when we die
We'll be cute corpses, cute corpses
Cute corpses waiting for
The afterlife
No don't you cry, it ain't no lie
Our bodies fly to paradise
We'll have the time, time of our lives
When we die
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Writer(s): Bernard Miller
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