I love the dead before they're cold,
Their blueing flesh for me to hold.
Cadaver eyes upon me see nothing.
I love the dead before they rise,
No farewells, no goodbyes.
I never even knew your now-rotting face.
While friends and lovers mourn your silly grave.
I have other uses for you, Darling.
I love the dead,
I love the dead,
I love the dead so.
I love the dead,
I love the dead,
I love the dead.
I love the dead,
I love the dead,
I love the dead.
I love the dead,
I love the dead,
I love the dead.
I love the dead,
I love the dead,
I love the dead.
I, I love the dead,
I, I love the dead,
I, I love the dead.
I love the dead before they're cold,
Their blueing flesh for me to hold.
Cadaver eyes upon me see nothing



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IT'S PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME!!!
hehehe the two versions do sound rather different. NIN version is dark and deppressing the Cash version is almost tear enducing ...but not quite tehe. meh. i like the lyrics more so than the actual song 


That irish/folk rock/punk fusion grips me every time i hear a good example


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