I was alone, and I needed a date
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I was takin' a walk past the cemetery gate
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When I saw a sign that said
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"For a good time take a left down at Tombstone Number 8"
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Went through the gateway, and I'm pretty sure I
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Saw some eyes peepin' out of a sepulcher,
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I took a step into the Tomb of Ill Repute
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That's where I met her, the Zombie Prostitute
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I grabbed her left breast, and I'm pretty sure I tore it
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I said, "go down," but she didn't have the stomach for it
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Her teeth fell out, and her tongue fell out to boot,
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But all in all, she was a rotten kind cute.
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While I was tense, it was plain to see
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A sort of rigor mortis was comin' over me
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I didn't want to see it, but I just had to believe it
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I had a stiffy for the stiff in front of me.
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Morally, I'm destitute
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In the Tomb of Ill repute
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She's a rotten kinda cute
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For a Zombie Prostitute.
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Now I'm fallin' apart from my head down to my toes,
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I don't know which of my organs is the next to go
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I've been such a sleaze since she gave me the disease
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Wouldn't you know, now I'm a Zombie Gigolo
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I took my first client on a date
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We took a walk to the cemetery gate
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I got under her slip, but then, I heard a rip
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I pulled it out, and I said..."baby, keep the tip"
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Morally, I'm destitute
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In the Tomb of Ill repute
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She's a rotten kind'a cute
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For a Zombie Prostitute.
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Zombie Prostitute...
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| Voltaire |
