I Love the Dead - Alice Cooper

I love the dead before they’re cold,

They’re bluing 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 rotting face.

While friends and lovers mourn your silly grave.

I have other uses for you, Darling

We love the dead, We love the dead