Funeral Home - Lyrics - Macabre

You are pronounced dead Due to a crushing blow to the head The reaper has passed his curse Lifeless body hauled away in a hearse Death is the reality Life it lies in a dormant grave It's off to the funeral home Isn't it great? Death in the embalmer's hands He cuts your organs and puts them in pans Then he drains all your blood Embalms your veins til they flood Then you're put into your casket Rolled in and put on display He made you look like you were Living today The under taker Cuts you open And he rips out All of your insides And you cannot escape His clutches For you will be Embalmed by him AAAHHHHAHAHAHAHAHA You are on your Way to the funeral home You are in the Funeral home and you are DEAD!