The demon queen of high school has decreed it.
She says Monday 8 am I will be deleted.
They’ll hunt me down in study hall.
Stuff and mount me on the wall.
30 hours to live how shall I spend them.
I don’t have to stay and die like cattle.
I could change my name and drive up to the Seattle.
But I don’t own a motor bike.
Wait.
Here’s an option that I like.
Spend these 30 hours getting freaky.
Yeah!!
I need it hard, I’m a dead girl walking.
I’m in your yard, I’m a dead girl walking.
Before they punch my clock.
I’m snapping off your window lock.
Got no time to knock, I’m a dead girl walking.
“Veronica?What are you doing in my room?”
Shush.
Sorry but I really had to wake you.
See, I decided must ride you’ till I break you.
‘Cause Heather says I have get to go.
You’re my last meal on Death Row.
Shut your mouth and loose them tighty whiteys!
Come on!
Tonight I’m yours! I’m your dead girl working.
Get on all fours, kiss this dead girl walking.
Let’s go, you know the drill.
I’m hot and pissed and on the pill.
Bow down to the will of a dead girl walking.
And you know, you know, you know.
It’s cause you’re beautiful.
You say you’re numb inside but I can’t agree.
So the world’s unfair? Keep it locked out there.
In here it’s beautiful.
Let’s make this beautiful.
“That works for me!”
Full steam ahead, take this dead girl walking.
Let’s break the bad, rock this dead girl walking.
Now sleep tonight for you.
Better chug that Mountain Dew.
Get your ass in gear.
Make this whole town disappear.
Slap me, pull my hair.
Touch me there, there, and there.
No more talking.
Love this dead girl walking.
Love this dead girl walking.
Love this girl.