baby put a noose around her neck and hanged herself till she
was dead
except for her head
it rolled away into the street there stood a pretty boy he
was so sweet
she kissed his feet
the frige is full of crabs they dance around and multiply
and split in half
and if that's not enough
they climb into our bed at night and dance across my face
but you dont care
your'e just not there
psychologists may blame it on my youth they will say that
i'm afraid
they say your'e dead
but i know that that's untrue because i see you daily by my
side
i keep you in formaldehyde