Love You To Death

• Type O Negative
• October Rust

In her place one hundred candles burning

As salty sweat drips from her breast

Her hips move and I can feel what they’re saying, swaying

They say: the beast inside of me’s gonna get ya, get ya, get

Black lipstick stains her glass of red wine

I am your servant, may I light your cigarette?

Those lips smooth, yeah I can feel what you’re saying, praying

They say: the beast inside of me’s gonna get ya, get ya, get

I beg to serve, your wish is my law

Now close those eyes and let me love you to death

Shall I prove? I mean what I’m saying, begging

I say: the beast inside me’s gonna get ya, get ya, get

Ah, let me love you, too

Ah, let me love you to death

To death

Hey, am I good enough for you?

Hey, am I good enough for you?

Am I?

Am I?

Am I good enough for you?