Zombie striptease

"Ladies and gentlemen!
Fresh from the slab... warm from the grave...
She’s dead, she’s hot, and she’s ready to rot!"


Uh!
Fire up this hell machine!
Let's go!


Smells like formaldehyde and cheap gasoline
She got no pulse, but she bends like rubber
Cyanotic skin in the neon light
She is the queen of this rotten dive!

Eyeball rollin' across the floor (Look out!)
Hey bartender, pour me some methanol
No feelings left, just a reflex
It's necro-techno-voodoo sex!


Cold...
Slippery...
Dead...
Yeah!

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ZOMBIE STRIPTEASE!
Shake your bones, baby, drop it down low!
ZOMBIE STRIPTEASE!
Screw the soul, gimme my fix!

(Dig it! Dig it! Dig it!)

Pay with your soul for this piece of meat!
ZOMBIE STRIPTEASE!
The perfect disease!


Worms in the corset, latex bustin' at the seams
She throws her liver right at your feet
Stiletto heel punches through the skull (Boom!)
Who said the dead don't sweat at all?

She spins on the pole just like a spit (Hey!)
Best body in this cursed hotel/pit
Jaw dropped down — literally, man
Welcome to our Cadillac-doom-land!


And now...
Show 'em...
What you got inside...


Burn, witch, burn!
Move, witch, move!
I wanna see your ribs!
I wanna see your spine!
YEAH!


ZOMBIE STRIPTEASE!
Shake your bones, baby, drop it down low!
ZOMBIE STRIPTEASE!
Screw the soul, gimme my fix!



Pay with your soul for this piece of meat!
ZOMBIE STRIPTEASE!
The risen disease!



More human than human...
More dead than dead...
Kill the lights.
Turn it off.