D.M.F.

I'm hanging out in grave-yards

The smell of flowers in the air

All my best friends are corpses

But they don't seem to care

There's rotting skin hangin' from my head

I won't listen to what's been said

A muddy coffin for my bed

I'm livin' life wishin' I was dead

I'm fucking dead

Turnin' into a dead motherfucker

Turnin' into a dead motherfucker

Turnin' into a dead motherfucker

Turnin' into a dead motherfucker

The sun has fallen form the sky

And it's buried in the ground

The devils are dancin'

Emptiness is everywhere to be found

? fuckin' found

Turnin' into a dead motherfucker

Turnin' into a dead motherfucker

Turnin' into a dead motherfucker

Turnin' into a dead motherfucker