Lyrics to 6 ft. Undercover
6 ft. Undercover
Corpse dug up, all holes molested
Dead flesh in vein, Necrophiliac on the loose
The fifteenth time, Graveyards a mess
Cops resignate, the graveyard sees more action than a whorehouse
How to catch, a corpse lover, you need a bait
hot cadaver, our hero jumps in to save the day
This hero is no clever one, a village idiot more or less
His mental strength is by far succeeded by his motivation to rise and shine
Dress-up to look like a corpse
Get buried, that's not insane
A trap so wrong it could work
Well that just sounds like a plan
The idiot in the coffin lurks, the air decline not in mind, he's slowly passing out he's passing out
Trapped in his trap, a death so unnoticed and full of irony full of irony
Free but sore he wakes, he lost his virginity to his rescuer to his savior
Life is so disturbing as we crave for appreciation the loudest Ego-
centrics rule the center of attention which creates small minded
Zombies with constant craving for a piece of recognition for a
Fake and shallow happiness in the spotlight of disgust
6 ft. Undercover, 6 ft. Undercover, 6 ft. Undercover
His loneliness is what he fights by searching for a bigger self, more acceptance and a little pride
Desperation is fueling is aspirations and his battle for his little chance to rise
New try the same routine, an idiot in the coffin slowly passing out slowly passing out.
Stuffed from behind, he wakes up because someone's pounding hard someone's pounding hard
Hole weak but glad, he caught the villain he's gonna be a hero now - a hero now
It's a sexy bait, one gaze and he finds himself in love oh so in love
Chorus
Fame is just a fuckin' empty . Shell!
A choice was made he loved the bait aspirations gone for the sake of romance
Who wants to be a lonely hero just to read their name in the paper
Fifteen minutes of fame won't last as long as a lifetime of happiness
Attention whores go down so fast after a life of misery
Necrophiliac never caught
The one who stopped him unknown
Graveyard back in his best shape
A suspicious couple takes a walk and smiles about the old times
When the friends were foes
Now they live happy ever after
Beyond the public they rose
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Corpse dug up, all holes molested
Dead flesh in vein, Necrophiliac on the loose
The fifteenth time, Graveyards a mess
Cops resignate, the graveyard sees more action than a whorehouse
How to catch, a corpse lover, you need a bait
hot cadaver, our hero jumps in to save the day
This hero is no clever one, a village idiot more or less
His mental strength is by far succeeded by his motivation to rise and shine
Dress-up to look like a corpse
Get buried, that's not insane
A trap so wrong it could work
Well that just sounds like a plan
The idiot in the coffin lurks, the air decline not in mind, he's slowly passing out he's passing out
Trapped in his trap, a death so unnoticed and full of irony full of irony
Free but sore he wakes, he lost his virginity to his rescuer to his savior
Life is so disturbing as we crave for appreciation the loudest Ego-
centrics rule the center of attention which creates small minded
Zombies with constant craving for a piece of recognition for a
Fake and shallow happiness in the spotlight of disgust
6 ft. Undercover, 6 ft. Undercover, 6 ft. Undercover
His loneliness is what he fights by searching for a bigger self, more acceptance and a little pride
Desperation is fueling is aspirations and his battle for his little chance to rise
New try the same routine, an idiot in the coffin slowly passing out slowly passing out.
Stuffed from behind, he wakes up because someone's pounding hard someone's pounding hard
Hole weak but glad, he caught the villain he's gonna be a hero now - a hero now
It's a sexy bait, one gaze and he finds himself in love oh so in love
Chorus
Fame is just a fuckin' empty . Shell!
A choice was made he loved the bait aspirations gone for the sake of romance
Who wants to be a lonely hero just to read their name in the paper
Fifteen minutes of fame won't last as long as a lifetime of happiness
Attention whores go down so fast after a life of misery
Necrophiliac never caught
The one who stopped him unknown
Graveyard back in his best shape
A suspicious couple takes a walk and smiles about the old times
When the friends were foes
Now they live happy ever after
Beyond the public they rose
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