Dope Fiend

Why do you love to lick my wounds Why do you love to twist my pain Why do you love to s*ck! my life Why do you look so dead Kill me I'm a dope fiend Do not touch me for I am unclean Kill your television, do it for God Kill the corpse holding the credit card Screaming insects hail the queen welcome the killer home Hold me close to your dead heart and let the rapist roam Put your bloody hands on me whisper in my ear Burning bodies keep us warm and have for a million years Yeah motherf**ker I'm high And I'm thankful just to be alive