Why do you love to lick my wounds?
Why do you love to feel my pain?
Why do you love to suck my life?
Why do you look so motherfuckin' dead?
Dead, dead

Why do I feel so dead?
Why do I feel so...high

Kill me I'm a dope fiend
Do not touch me for I am unclean
Kill (your television do it for God)
Kill me
Kill (the corpse holding your credit card)
Kill me

Screaming insects hail the queen
Welcome the killer home
Hold me close to your dead heart
And let the rapist roam

Put your bloody hands on me
And whisper in my ear
Burning bodies keep us warm
And have for a million years

Why do you love to lick my wounds?
Why do you love to feel my pain, pain, pain, pain?
Why do you love to suck my life?
Why do you love to lick my wounds?
Why?

Yeah motherfucker, I'm high
And I'm thankful just to be alive (x4)