Sometimes bored and sometimes lonely
Pimple faced and rather homely
He wasn't much for socializin'
The TV kept a mesmerizin'
In one ear and out the other
Picked up a trick from his older brother
Got him a can of sniffin' sauce
Pinned his mind up on a cross
Lacquer head knows but one desire
Lacquer head sets his skull on fire
Lacquer head knows no in betweens
Huffin' on bags of gasoline
Sniffin' paint since the seventh grade
She was high on gin and gatorade
On turpentine she lost her luck
Fell in front of a speeding pick-up truck
He was a boy of soft demeanor
And he loved his carburetor cleaner
The vapor made a sweet aroma
He sniffed himself into a coma
Lacquer head feeds his one desire
Lacquer head sets his brain on fire
Lacquer head knows no in betweens
Huffin' on bags of gasoline
Keep on sniffin' till yer brain goes popDead, but now I wake
Rotten - eight years in the grave
Smell the ripe decay
No eyes in my skull, but I still see
Alive, I'm dead, alive - something has give me life
Cut me I bleed no blood
Stab my skin, out runs the pus
Try to kill what's already dead
A dead corpse living rotten
Resting dead - now I rise
From the grave, my flesh is decayed
Alive, I'm dead, alive
You tried to kill me
I don't die that easily
Back from the dead
I live again
Alive, I'm dead, alive - something has give me life
Drinking the blood from a severed head
Living flesh soon will rotten
horrors of the undead
A headless corpse, dead - convulsing
Bleeding, no blood left
No way to kill what is dead
Alive, I'm dead, alive