To the Morgue

To the morgue... Take him to the morgue

To the morgue... Take him to the morgue

At Devil Lake Sanitarium

Many a patient had died in vain

Never a question to be asked, no no

Never a thing to explain

So they took his bones and skin

To the morgue in the West Wing

It was clear to Dr. Eastmann

Harry had died of fright

If he had cared he would have found the spider

Laying eggs in Harry's neck

The smoldering eyes in Harry's head

Had become the home of spiders instead

To the morgue... Take him to the morgue

To the morgue... Take him to the morgue

To the morgue... We must all go to the morgue

To the morgue... We must all go to the morgue

Deep down below the ground

Where it was kind of cold and damp

Too many stiffs to be fit in the cooler

Gathering dust in the hallways of Death

The smoldering eyes in Harry's head

Had become the home of spiders instead

Spiders here... Spider's everywhere

Spiders feeding the dead to thier young

Spiders here... Spider's everywhere

Spiders using the dead for thier home

Spiders... they're growing like rats from the plague

Spiders... there's so many more everyday

Summer is coming to an end

And the celler in the morgue is a nest now

One thousand poisonous creatures

Eight thousand poisonous legs!

The smoldering eyes in Harry's head

Had become the home of spiders instead

To the morgue... We must all go to the morgue

To the morgue... We must all go to the morgue