No it's not alright.
No it's not alright.
I won't be shoved underground,
And be quiet.
I'll come up from the grave,
Just like in the horror movies.
I'll grab your ankle,
And I won't let go.
I'll drag you into my grave and,
Give you a nice big deep kiss my love.
Deeper than any pole ever went up an undeserving hole.
You'll taste the rot of my bones.
You'll wish you'd been nicer, much nicer.
But it will be too late,
And I've got to get my kicks too, you know.