Well I don't think we can dig this mass grave any deeper Smells like money… Breathe it in! Bring out the dead - There's plots for the picking and mouths to be fed Hands stained with red - Grave robbing to ditch the bodies in the back of the shed Making that cream off of gangrene! Digging up the old stiffs to let the fresh ones drop And selling back the used tombs a few thousand a pop At Burr Oaks you know there's controversy In the mortuary when they house more con men than corpses! From dawn to dusk then dust to dumpster There's always room for your loved ones hereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
