Ok, I've always said that one of the most disturbing things on earth has to be necrophilia... I mean.. come on, don't even try to disagree...

But recently someone made me aware of the somewhat frighteningly large number of songs written on this subject... 

I'd like to share some of them with you... Some could even be considered "mildly amusing" (in a seriously disturbed kind of way).

**Note: Every song I could find by the band "Cannibal Corpse" (and trust me, there's like 5 albums of songs) were all on this subject, but just entire too disturbing and disgusting for me to even repeat. And if I'm willing to dedicate an entire page to this bizarre subject, you know a song I refuse to print has gotta be pretty damn horrid. If you're really that interested, try a Yahoo search on them, and my advice is to skip lunch beforehand.**

Cold Ethyl
by Alice Cooper

One thing I miss is Cold Ethyl and her skeleton kiss
We met last night making love by the refrigerator light
Ethyl Ethyl let me squeeze you in my arms
Ethyl Ethyl come and freeze me with your charms

One thing
No lie
Ethyl's frigid as an eskimo pie
She's cool in bed
Well she oughta be 'cuz Ethyl's dead

Ethyl Ethyl let me squeeze you in my arms
Ethyl Ethyl come and freeze me with your charms
Come on Cold Ethyl
Freeze me babe

One thing - it's true
Cold Ethyl I am stuck on you
And everything is my way
Ethyl don't have much to say

Ethyl Ethyl let me squeeze you in my arms
Ethyl Ethyl come and freeze me with your charms
Come here Cold Ethyl
What makes you so cold? Ooh so cold

Cold Ethyl
Cold Cold Ethyl
If I live 'til ninety-seven
You'll still be waiting in refrigerator heaven
'cuz you're cool
You're ice
Cold Ethyl
You're my paradise

A Month Dead
by Stephen Lynch

I, lie next to her in the bed
She's the kind of girl I'd like to wed
Nevermind the fact that she's, dead
It turns me on
It turns me on

Sure, she's a little cold to the touch
But that doesn't bother me, much
Because the embalmer did such a lovely, job

She's a month dead and starting to smell
But if loving a corpse is a sin, I'll see you in hell

And now, I got her propped up in a chair
She's loosing her skin and her hair
And I'm wishing she wouldn't stare so, much, at, me
So much at me

Yeah, Rigamortis is taking its toll
And her body is as stiff as a pole
But I'll never put her back in the whole
I dug her from, I dug her from

She's a month dead and starting to smell
But if loving a corpse is a sin, I'll see you in hell

I Love You

CODE BLUE 
by TSOL

I never got along with the girls at my school
Filling me up with all their morals and their rules
They’d pile all their problems on my head
I’d rather go out and fuck the dead

‘Cause I can do what I want and they won’t complain
I wanna fuck I wanna fuck the dead

Middle of the night so silently
I creep on over to the mortuary
Lift up the casket and fiddle with the dead
Their cold blue flesh makes me turn red

‘Cause I can do what I want and they won’t complain
I wanna fuck I wanna fuck the dead

And I don’t even care how she died...
But I like it better if she smells of formaldehyde!
Never on the rag or say leave me alone
They don’t scream and they don’t moan
Don’t even cry if I shoot in their hair
Lying on the table she smiles and she stares
Chorus

Fuck Me Dead
by Forgotten Rebels

I don't like the name tag between your toes.
I don't like the snot running out of your nose.
I don't like the stains on your pantyhose -
Just your cold stiff body when I hold you close.

I love rigor mortis when it just sets in.
I know where you're goin' I don't care where you've been.
A pillow in a coffin's just as good as a bed
And baby how I love it when you fuck me dead.
Baby how I love it when you fuck me dead.

Every new girl's another three day affair.
I got to be gentle not to pull out your hair.
It really doesn't matter if she's gray haired and old.
It really doesn't matter if she's too young and cold.

Smiling in emergency - a drag - you're O.K.
I'd rather make it with you when you're DOA.
Lying there stiff when it's time to play.
I can't wait till the undertaker goes away.

Hanging upside down when you're getting drained.
S&M pleasure on the wall when you're chained.
When you splatter love juices still remain
And baby how I love you when you fuck me dead.
Baby I love it when you fuck me dead.

Baby, baby, I'll hold you close.
Quick, quick before you decompose.
Baby how I love it when you fuck me dead.
Baby how I love it when you fuck me dead.
Baby how I love it when you fuck.

_{Dear Departed}

When I was boxed and laid to rest beneath the lily field,
I didn’t know that there were those to whom the dead appealed.
The earthworms and bacteria have left their marks behind,
But if someone can love me still, I’m sure that I won’t mind.

It might be just my luck some weirdo will choose me for the one,
And dig me up each evening long enough to have his fun.

And now some drunken sailor has decided to get fresh,
In spite of my protruding bones and decomposing flesh.
I lie there, only watching, as I often did in life.
But to him my unresponsiveness makes me the perfect wife.

And it was just my luck some weirdo would choose me for the one.
He digs me up each evening long enough to have his fun.

Now all you ladies worried that your love will be untrue,
And all you men who want a girl who won’t care what you do,
Just take your cue from Faulkner, or from Poul and Passovoy 
And find some dear departed whose cadaver to enjoy.

Just find an isolated graveyard with carcasses to steal,
Though the stench may be disgusting — quite enough to make you reel.

Amelia
by A Midnight Choir

I was  meeting Amelia at a quarter to one
She was working late at the crematorium
When I eased in the back I was shocked and displeased
Amelia was naked and her lover deceased

He’d arrived three days prior, into her lab
Ripe from the oven and layed on a slap
Three days in the freezer had left him quite frigid
But,  post-mortem stiffness  had made him quite rigid

(chorus)
I loved a girl named Amelia
Who suffered from acute necrophilia
She thought of me fondly, but all done and said
She preferred her lovers dead

Her damned infidelity had made me quite furious 
But something inside me was slightly curious
She said she could never love a man in good health
But that gave me hope, so I bought a rope
And I went home and I hung myself

(chorus)

And now we’re as happy as happy can be
She gets her romancin’ from  me
Who needs religion, when you’ve sex with  your wife
In the happily-everly-afterly life

(chorus)

I’m married to a girl named Amelia
My mistress of necrophilia
She thought of me fondly, but all done and said
She preferred her  lovers  dead…

I’m married to a girl named Amelia
My princess of necrophilia
Soon I will be just  bones and decay
But Amelia loves me that way

Global Trash Hash Hymnal
Necrophilia Song

Necrophilia: That uncontrollable urge to crack open a cold one