Better Off Dead - La Peste

Well, well, she started to grin

So I slid it right in and she said

«it feels so good»,

and she dragged me off the bed

You’ll be better off dead

Hey!

Well, alright

Well then your mother came in

She was picking her chin she said

Keep your hands off my daughter

You’ll be better off dead

The girl’s only thirteen

She ain’t never given head

So you better keep your hands off her

Your hands will turn red

You’ll be better off dead

Hey!

Well, alright.

That’s where your father came in

He was picking his chin she said

Keep your hands off my daughter

You’ll be better off dead

The girl’s only thirteen

She ain’t never given head

So you better keep your hands off her

Your hands will turn red

Dead, dead, dead

(She'll be better off dead)

Dead, dead, dead

(She'll be better off dead)