Lyrics

[Intro] Skin, cold, silver, spine, it's like a mirror (faces) Skin, cold, silver, spine, it's like a mirror (faces) [Verse 1] I met a girl her name is Mary She's Sharon Tate's unborn baby (I think she's dead) Oh yeah, yeah! [Verse 2] She's shooting brown, she's slamming caine So many needles, so little pain (I think she's dead) Oh yeah, yeah! [Verse 3] She's naked to man, she clothed to Jesus She's a microscopic germ that's killing (I think she's dead) Oh yeah, yeah! Well, I think she's dead Oh yeah, yeah! Well, I think... [Interlude] Bad teenagers don't go to heaven, they get the winds Torn up and they're not going back to earth again [Verse 4] Lullaby, lullaby for the dead Listen to the words unsaid Lullaby for the dead With the ground she's wed Lullaby for the dead, dead, dead, dead Lullaby for the dead, dead, dead, dead Lullaby for the dead, dead, dead, dead Lullaby for the dead! Dead! Dead! Dead! Dead! Dead! Dead! Dead! Dead! [Verse 5] Oh my God, I think that Mary I think that she is... I think she's dead Oh Lord Oh God Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! [Outro] Skin, cold, silver, spine, it's like a mirror (faces) Dead! Dead! Dead!