Corpse Paint Blues

Lyrics

There's a black and white face staring back at me Above the bathroom sink, my long hair is thinning I own a cafe called the Mausoleum We only serve coffee black and single-origin goat's blood Surrounded by sheep skulls and espresso grounds And baristas wearing painted frowns I daydream of a family, a suburban life and a wife But it's hard to get ahead looking undead Fuck humanity I haven't been to church since I torched one I pray to Burzum not to God A misanthropic world view and a Bathory tattoo I've got the corpse paint blues This year's vacation will take me to Norway A blackpacking trip to the eye of the storm I'll see thе basement wherе they planned the fires And grab a coffee at what use to be Helvete Maybe I'll meet a pagan metal queen In a bullet belt and Venom tee A Nordic girl with a desk job, a nice salary, normalcy An unreasonable boss, an upside down cross in her cubicle I spend my weekends in the forest Reading Lords of Chaos by light of the moon It's my Mercyful Fate I'll never find a date I've got the corpse paint blues