Coffin
Words and Music by Mat Greaves
I remember the night when we shared with moonlight shone in your eyes
I remember the way that we kissed was my lonely heart’s demise
I remember the sound of your moans as I drank rain off your skin
I remember the passion that burned like a fire from within
Now here I remain and you are gone
I wondered had I done something wrong
You passed away, so you cannot love me anymore.
But I am fine with this after finding out you were a whore!
(Chorus)
We buried you in a Y shaped coffin,
six feet under because you were a whore
We buried you in a Y shaped coffin,
Won’t be surprised if you rise and come back for more
It started out simply. Romantically I suppose
I told you I loved you, I kissed you, and gave you a bouquet of white roses
And you smiled and shyly blushed for me
I wondered unto myself was I finally happy
But now I know where you were when you weren’t around
Busy blowing every asshole in town
I don’t care about you. You’re not the girl I adore
Rest in pieces, maggot eaten whore
We buried you in a Y shaped coffin,
Six feet under because you were a whore
We buried you in a Y shaped coffin,
Won’t be surprised if you rise and come back for more
We buried you in a Y shaped coffin,
Because after rigor mortis your legs won’t close anymore.
We buried you in a Y shaped coffin,
Won’t be surprised if you rise and come back for more.
Skank! Slut! Bitch!
Herpes! Syphilis! AIDS!
Your lips kissed me softly and your arms they held me so close
And your beautiful eyes stared at me oh so lovingly
I should thank you for dying when you did
Before I caught one of your million STDs
Sometimes without you I feel lonely
’til I remember you had more crabs than the deep blue sea
I don’t care about you. You’re not the girl I adhore
So have fun blowing Satan filthy whore
We buried you in a Y shaped coffin,
Six feet under because you were a whore
We buried you in a Y shaped coffin,
Won’t be surprised if you rise and come back for more
We buried you in a Y shaped coffin,
Because after rigor mortis your legs won’t close anymore
We buried you in a Y shaped coffin,
Won’t be surprised if you rise and come back for more.
Tramp! Harlot! Hussy! (Hussy!)
Crabs! The Clap! (clap clap clap), and Pregnancy!
We buried you in a Y shaped coffin,
Six feet under because you were a whore
We buried you in a Y shaped coffin,
Won’t be surprised if you rise and come back for more
We buried you in a Y shaped coffin,
Because after rigor mortis your legs won’t close anymore
We buried you in a Y shaped coffin,
Won’t be surprised if you rise and come back for more.
