No More Room in Hell

I fell in love with the living dead She took a love bite out of my head Now I'm burning with a fever that I just can't explain Won't you help me, help me, help me Put a bullet in my brain Lest I graze on yours instead Is this some force from outer space Some cans of trioxin misplaced Is this some wicked voodoo spell Or is there just no more room in hell I feel the hunger rising from inside If you're not gonna pull that trigger baby you'd better run and hide Now rigor mortis is setting in I know I've only got myself to blame for letting her get under my skin I say Is this some virus that escaped Just some mad scientist's mistake Is this the end, well, who can tell Feels like there's no more room in hell Is this some force from outer space Some cans of trioxin misplaced Is this the end, well, who can tell Feels like there's no more room in hell