Al B. Damned–Pretty When You’re Dead

The Darker Side Of Me

I’ve seen you on the movie screen,
Pretending you’re a beauty queen,
Oh so perfect, oh so fake,
Looking for your next big break,
Surgery builds a new you,
All the make-up hides the truth,
Oh so thin and underfed,
But I bet you’re pretty when you’re dead,
I bet you’re pretty when you’re dead.
I’ve seen your flicks a hundred times,
Getting sick of seeing you survive,
I’d like to put you in a scene,
With Michael Myers on Halloween,
Or maybe a weekend away,
Skinning dipping at Crystal Lake,
But you choose rom coms instead,
But I bet you’re pretty when you’re dead.
I wish that you were dead and decayed,
Cause I think you’d look better that way,
That sexy smile now a twisted frown,
That plastic body six feet down,
I wish that you were rotting away,
Cause I think you’d taste better that way,
You got the looks but an empty head,
But I bet you’re pretty when you’re dead.
I’ve seen your home in Hollywood,
Pretending your so fucking good,
Oh so glitz, oh so glam,
But I don’t really give a damn,
I’d love to see how good you’d look,
Hanging on that butcher’s hook,
Living on Elm Street next to Fred,
Looking all pretty when you’re dead.
I wish that you were dead and decayed,
Cause I think you’d look better that way,
That sexy smile now a twisted frown,
That plastic body six feet down,
I wish that you were rotting away,
Cause I think you’d taste better that way,
You got the looks but an empty head,
But I bet you’re pretty when you’re dead.
Here we go motherfuckers!
Every time I look at your face, I think broken would be its best state,
Your such a looker like Frankenhooker,
And so pretty when you’re dead,
When you’re dead,
When you’re dead,
When you’re dead,
When you’re dead.
I wish that you were dead and decayed,
Cause I think you’d look better that way,
That sexy smile now a twisted frown,
That plastic body six feet down,
I wish that you were rotting away,
Cause I think you’d taste better that way,
You got the looks but an empty head,
But I bet you’re pretty when you’re dead, dead, dead,
I bet you’re pretty when you’re dead, dead, dead,
I bet you’re pretty when you’re dead, dead, dead,
I bet you’re pretty when you’re dead, dead, dead,
I’d like to see you when you’re dead, dead, dead.

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