May 03, 2004 20:05
"On a bus stop bench sat an ancient lady
it was clear she was dead yeah we all could agree
and that death had arrived most unexpectedly
because the poor wretch died with a book on her knee
chrissie kiss the corpse
chrissie kiss the corpse
chrissie such a pretty thing
gentle as the scorpion's sting
no one in her family knows
the vile hobby that she chose
chrissie kiss the corpse
chrissie kiss the corpse"