Текст песни A Corpse In My Bed

Is it wrong to have a corpse in my bed I don't think so, even if she is dead Is it disturbing, is it a crime She's been expired for quite some time Couldn't let her repose undergroud A feast for worms inside her burial mound Consecrated by the powers above We fit like a severed hand in glove My only complaint's the perfume she wears A mix of rancid milk and moldy pears I'm just scared, don't want to be alone Even if she's just skin and bone Her skin is dry and body full of dust One day I'm afraid she just might combust I could never think of leaving her side Even though it's been years since she died My only complaint's the perfume she wears A mix of rancid milk and moldy pears I'm just scared, don't want to be alone Even if she's just skin and bone Let me reiterate what has been said Is it really that wrong to have a corpse in my bed I'm just scared, don't want to be alone Even if she's just skin and bone