Necrophilia (GBH cover)

Make love to you your eyes are closed, your body is rotting it's decomposed. Your hair straggled in a spider's web... you're dead. No remorse... screw the corpse. Your clothes are in a state of decay, just like you they're thrown away. Your body's filled with lava flies, why oh why did you have to die? I come and see you every night, unlike my girl you don't put up a fight. I'm close to you, put flowers on your womb... 'cos I was born in your womb.