From da song by Voltaire of the same name.

I took her left breast and I'm pretty sure I tore it
I sat her down but she didn't have the stomach for it
Her teeth fell out and her tongue fell out to boot
But all in all she was a rotten kind of cute

Well I was tense it was plain to see
A sort of rigor mortis was coming over me
I didn't wanna see it but I just had to believe it
I had a stiffy for the stiff in front of me