You're Dead But I'm Still Fuckin' You - No Watt Session

Another day after a night
Drunked beyond it should be said
My hands on the wheel
My eyes under the Jack
Takin a ride to my job
What the fuck! A dog under my tires

You're dead but I'm still fuckin you
You're dead but I'm still fuckin you
You're dead but I'm still fuckin you
You're dead but I'm still fuckin you

Working on these dead bodies you said
What a dirty job you really hate it
I'm back to business
New bodies are coming
A bastard in the suburbs
Just drive on his wife
He let her dead down on the road

You're dead but I'm still fuckin you
You're dead but I'm still fuckin you
You're dead but I'm still fuckin you
You're dead but I'm still fuckin you

Alone in my morgue
Thinking about these moments we lived
In a bed or on the stairs
In your cave or on my car
Now you're naked again
But you're dead in front of me
I won't resist to your sex appeal

You're dead but I'm still fuckin you
You're dead but I'm still fuckin you
You're dead but I'm still fuckin you
You're dead but I'm still fuckin you



Credits
Writer(s): Jérémy Grozel, Lionel Amerio, Tristan Goulesque
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