Blowflies - someone has passed 'way
I've noted with glee
On a slab - cold in
the mortu-a-ry
But I covet a corpse I can steal-a
Love the dead in my bed - necrophil'a

Love 'em bloated and brown
With the skin breaking down
All the sinews are hard
Where aromas abound
It's a really bad pun
Got my hand on my gun
All my friends, well they have no idea
The dearest departed I feel-a

Sunken eyes gimme rise
In a stiffening stiff
And my olfact'ry fries
With a blistering whiff
Love the dead in my bed - necrophil'a
The dead in my bed - necrophil'a

Caskets stacked six across with
The dead and deceased
My love is banned
I so yearn interred meat
When their minds are embalmed, I've no fear
'Cus I've filled my dance card now, for years!

Digging gaseous ground
Bodies musty are found
And it's best when they're dead
'Cus they eas'ly come 'round
Some may think it obscene
"Who knows where they have been?"
Give them flowers and say "Pleased to feel ya"
To the dead in my bed - necrophil'a

Take an eye putrified
Breasts delightfully ripe
And some rotten insides
Take deep breath and don't gripe
Yes the dead are delight to en-spear!
The dead in my bed - necrophil'a

Buns rise, blistered and decayed
That fills me with glee
Doubts in my thoughts aren't
Unsett-le-ing me
They say love for my corpse is so queer
Love cadavers in bed - necrophil'a

Blackened thighs are devine
To be reckoning with
Through pine lids I will pry
When I've crept in the crypt
Yes I'll dig quite a depth for my dear
For dead in my bed - necrophil'a

Hear you say "What the Hey?"
Ain't no diff if you're miffed
Once a body's displayed
Coffin lids, I will lift
Pus-y dead in my bed are so real-a
I dig all the dead - necrophil'a

(fade into decay....)