Dying To Get Laid

You didn't care, you had a buzz

You wouldn't listen to the friends you know and trust

You couldn't think with your right head

So now we suffer at the loss because you're dead

And I could tell just by your face

That the barrister of rubbers had no case

And we all knew just by her stance

She made a hobby out of taking off her pants

You always had to disapprove

And it became your final move

It never seemed to feel the same

So now you've been pulled from the game

You always had to disapprove

And it became your final move

It never seemed to feel the same

So now you've been pulled from the game

You were a dog, you were in heat

So now the cemetery is the place we meet

You down below, me up above

You are a corpse because you wanted to make love

We are gathered here to say goodbye and it's a shame

But the coach in the sky pulled you from the game

You were a kind if stubborn friend

But now you're gone and that's the end

You always had to disapprove

And it became your final move

It never seemed to feel the same

So now you've been pulled from the game

You always had to disapprove

And it became your final move

It never seemed to feel the same

So now you've been pulled from the game

It was good sex, there is no doubt

But now you're knocking on the coffin to get out

You never bargained but now you've paid

Because right or wrong you were just dying to laid