Now That You're Dead

The Used

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Die! Die! Die! Die!

I’m watching closely just to see
So I can rest in peace
I put my face close, make sure you’re not breathing
You look so nice, your pretty dress
Your painted skin can say the rest
Until they bury you I won't believe it
Breathing, not breathing
Breathing, not breathing

How can it feel so right when it’s so wrong?
Now that you’re dead it's kind of turning me on
You're not with Jesus Christ. you're just gone
Now that you’re dead it's kind of turning me on

Breathing, not breathing
Breathing

I see the nothing in your eyes
Touch your skin, cold as ice
I steal a kiss to make sure you’re not breathing
We picked you out a pretty cage
Scribbled some bullshit on the grave
Until we bury you i won't believe it

Breathing, not breathing
Breathing, not breathing

How can it feel so right when it’s so wrong?
Now that you’re dead it's kind of turning me on
You're not with Jesus Christ. you're just gone
Now that you’re dead it's kind of turning me on

Turning me on

Life, as precious as it is
I've waited for this day
I've waited for your death
For you to fade away

As precious as it is
I've waited for this day
I've waited for your death
For you to fade away (3x)

How can it feel so right when it’s so wrong?
Now that you’re dead it's kind of turning me on
You're not with Jesus Christ. you're just gone
Now that you’re dead it's kind of turning me on (2x)