Lyrics of Montreal

of Montreal

Chrissy Kiss the Corpse

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 quite unexpectedly

Cause the poor wretch died with a book on her knee

Chrissy kiss the corpse

Chrissy kiss the corpse

David drew a mustache under her nose

Nick put a burning match between her toes

I put a cockroach in her pantyhose

Chrissy put on some lipstick

and struck a dramatic pose

Chrissy kiss the corpse

Chrissy kiss the corpse

Chrissy's such a pretty lass

as benign as broken glass

No one in her family knows

the vile hobby that she chose

Some cops came by so we hid behind a tree

I peeked out and they noticed me

And said fondling the dead is a felony

But you got nothing to fear

'cause we only came to see

Chrissy kiss the corpse

to see Chrissy kiss the corpse

Chrissy's such a pretty thing

gentle as a scorpion sting

No one ever would suspect

that her mind's completely wrecked