from the title I thought this thread was about war crimes at Gitmo....

i'm a necropheliac and i'm alright
i work it all day, sleep it all night
i'm a necrophiliac looking for reaction
my deviance lies at the core of attraction

i'm a necropheliac close your eyes
no more laughter, no more cries
i'm a necropheliac check your head
i'm lovin' you live, loving' you dead

will you marry me? no i don't think so
i know you want my insides out
i know you need my insides out
i know you want me

i'm a haphephiliac i need to be touched
like it gentle, like it rough
i'm a coprophiliac and so kind
i'll take whatever you leave behind
i'm a hypoxyphiliac i need alittle freedom
to think about you when i should be breathing
i'm an agorophiliac i need my ground
won't tie you up or lock you down

then she sipped a round of you,
then she said, "i seem so helpless."
"yes."
then she slipped our of view
slipped out of you

i'm a necropheliac and i'm alright
i work it all day then i sleep it off
i'm a necrophiliac looking for reaction
deviance lies...

will you marry me? no, i don't think so
i know you want me insides out
i know you need my insides out
i know you want me

I was just going to post the same thing. T.S.O.L. is from the same neighborhood I live in.

I've "done it" with a corpse. Well, figuratively; she might as well have been dead. :(s

BTDT too. More fun burning one out solo, and I don't have to buy dinner...that's what I call win-win.