Zombie Haut-Couture

Gimme some spooky organ man
More spooky
Come on man, more spooky
Yeah, that's spooky there

Give me your hand
Then rattle your bones
My little zombie, show me that magic dance
I wanna hear you scream
Smell your nice rotting perfume
Touch the hole of the emptiness under your flaping costume

Friedhof, cemetery, cintorín
You just always wanna be in
Have a cute slim body
Face without expression
Life is a catwalk and you're acting dеpression

Let's move thе asses on the death disco places
Speak so sorrowful, empty phrases
Then we can play this charming game
And every weekend we can preform the same

Friedhof, cemetery, cintorín
You just always wanna be in
Have a cute slim body
Face without expression
Life is a catwalk and you're acting depression

It looks like my time has come
No entry to the dancefloor, so I run
I can feel my flesh
Brain going demented
Watching the TV my life looks like rented

Friedhof, cemetery, cintorín
You just always wanna be in
Have a cute slim body
Face without expression
Life is a catwalk and you're acting depression

That's right, alright baby!