She Likes The Dead

I think I know what's happenin' here
Your punk rock clothes have disappeared
I smell patchouli oil whenever your near
I know what's goin' on

You used to sing anarchy, hate and stuff
Now it's time I called your bluff
Now you're trying to sing about peace and love
Enough is enough

She likes the Dead
She likes the Dead
She likes the Dead
She likes the Dead

You used to wear all black and that was cool
Drinkin' whiskey and skippin' school
Now you think that Jerry rules
Shave your #*~!%# legs

She likes the Dead
She likes the Dead
She likes the Dead
She likes the Dead

Now you found you're 28
Pregnant, fat, and overweight
Worried about all that acid you ate
How's your mental state?

Go home and make some granola

She likes the Dead
She likes the Dead
She likes the Dead
She likes the Dead