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Lyricist: Rob Zombie
Lyrics:
Get out there and make it look good
Yeah, well, she threw downtown on a gambling green
And fenced a chicken dog in a movie
A long haired baby got a record machine
Like a hacksaw falling on me
Go, go, go, go, I'm dying to go
She's moving in like a demon
Go, go, go, go, I'm dying to go
She's moving in like a demon
Dead girl, dead girl
Dead girl, dead girl
Yeah, well, she blew uptown on a cemetery sound
And wore her leather pants for a week, yeah
A canteen butcher got tiger teeth
And a handmade circus freak, yeah
Go, go, go, go, I'm dying to go
She's moving in like a demon
Go, go, go, go, I'm dying to go
She's moving in like a demon
Dead girl, dead girl
Dead girl, dead girl superstar
I want you to come out there and shake your asses proper
You he— you hear
I want you to come out there and shake your asses proper
You he— you hear
Yeah, well, she hit the ground like a bounty killer clown
With a fistful of dollars to eat, yeah
I see her there with blood in her hair
And a flesh killing brat to beat, yeah
Go, go, go, go, I'm dying to go
She's moving in like a demon
Go, go, go, go, I'm dying to go
She's moving in like a demon
Dead girl, dead girl
Dead girl, dead girl
Dead girl, dead girl
Dead girl, dead girl superstar
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