Source: Horntip Collection - Half-Mind Hymnal 2011

Lyrics

Born dead! Your baby was born dead; All torso and no head, Born dead to live in a jar.

Stay dead! Don’t come back to haunt me; You really don’t want me, Born dead to live in a jar.

Brain dead! Your husband is brain dead; A vein popped in his head, That sucker’s a mort.

DEAD WHORE (Two versions) Melody - My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean Second version by Dennis “Mu-Sick” Gill, Ft Walton Beach HHH, Florida

I fucked a dead whore by the roadside, I knew right away she was dead, The skin was all gone from her tummy, The hair was all gone from her head.

Dead whore, dead whore, I knew right away she was dead, was dead. Dead whore, dead whore, I knew right away she was dead.

And as I lay down there beside her, I knew right away I had sinned, So I put my lips to her sweet pussy, And sucked out the load I shot in.

Sucked out, sucked out, I sucked out the load I shot in, shot in, Sucked out, sucked out, I sucked out the load I shot in.

I passed a dead whore on the roadside, I knew right away she was dead. For the skin on her stomach was flaking, She hadn’t a hair on her head, her head, She hadn’t a hair on her head.

CHORUS: Bring back, bring back, oh bring back my dead whore to me, Bring back, bring back, oh bring back my dead whore to me.

I first met my dead whore at Mitch’s, With a horrible snail-sucking face. She’d roll them around on her tongue, oh, And barf them back up in your face, your face, And barf them back up in your face.

My dead whore looked into a gas tank, The contents of it for to see. I lit a match to assist her, Oh bring back my dead whore to me, to me, Oh bring back my dead whore to me.

While nibbling my dead whore’s festered nipples, A horrible thing to discuss, I thought it was milk I was sucking, But no, it was only green pus, green pus, But no, it was only green pus.

My dead whore’s vagina was swelling, A condition I thought would soon pass, I stuck in my prick to explore it, And she farted green gas from her ass, her ass, She farted green gas from her ass.

I thought of a way of preserving, My dead whore for posterity. I’d dry her like a piece of beef jerky, With a leathery twat just for me, for me, With a leathery twat just for me.

I French-kissed my dead whore, named Merly, I liked how she wiggled her tongue. But after an evening of kissing, I realized it was maggots from her lung, her lung, I realized it was maggots from her lung.

Once, upon thinking it over, I realized my terrible sin. So I stuck my lips to her sweet pussy, And sucked out the load I shot in, shot in, And sucked out the load I shot in.

But before I could extract that jism, My dead whore was pregnant, and more. Inside the maternity morgue, She gave birth to a dead baby whore, baby whore, She gave birth to a dead baby whore.

(To the tune of Born Free) Born dead, your baby was born dead. Three fingers and no head. Born dead to live in a jar. Stay dead, don’t come back to haunt me; You really don’t want me. Born dead to live in a jar.