She Likes The Dead

I think I know what's happenin' here

Your punk rock clothes have disappeared

I smell patchouli oil whenever your near

I know what's goin' on

You used to sing anarchy, hate and stuff

Now it's time I called your bluff

Now you're trying to sing about peace and love

Enough is enough

She likes the Dead

She likes the Dead

She likes the Dead

She likes the Dead

You used to wear all black and that was cool

Drinkin' whiskey and skippin' school

Now you think that Jerry rules

Shave your #*~!%# legs

She likes the Dead

She likes the Dead

She likes the Dead

She likes the Dead

Now you found you're 28

Pregnant, fat, and overweight

Worried about all that acid you ate

How's your mental state?

Go home and make some granola

She likes the Dead

She likes the Dead

She likes the Dead

She likes the Dead