(In which Mister Hare, spurred by greed and the lack of ethics of the anatomists, proposes a drastic and loathsome course of action)
“...a wretch who is not worth a farthing while alive, becomes a valuable article when knock'd on the head and carried to an anatomist; and acting on this principle, have clear'd the streets of some of those miserable offcasts of society, whom nobody miss'd because nobody wish'd to see them again” - Sir Walter Scott
“If this horrid traffic in human flesh be not, by some means or other, prevented, the churchyards will not be secure against the shovel of the midnight plunderer, nor the public against the dagger of the midnight assassin.” - Editorial, The Lancet newspaper 1829
“...when there is a difficulty in obtaining bodies, and their value is so great, you absolutely throw a temptation in the way of these men to commit murder for the purpose of selling the bodies of their victims.” - Sir Henry Halford, May 1828
Dr. Knox: Cold stiffs may fetch five sovereigns Warmer bodies a few schilling more Trade in death to make a living Ghastly currency of gore Your cadaveric chores, so
Chorus: Unspeakable!
Dr. Knox: The freshest of corpses through most heinous courses Chorus: Unspeakable!
Dr. Knox: The warmer the corpse The more rich the reward In this foul trade of flesh, bone and gore
Dr. Knox: Fresher specimens are ever needed The scalpel thirsts for still-warm death Law and decorum should go unheeded When prices soar for a pound of flesh So I may slice up what's left
Chorus: Unspeakable!
Hare: Just think what we'll gain When we harvest the slain Chorus: Unspeakable!
Hare: And the throats we would slit Would never be missed Chorus: Unspeakable! Burke: And so business is furthered By cold-blooded murder? Chorus: Unspeakable!
Dr. Knox: The demand has increased For the freshly deceased And so now the living you'll reap
Hare: The cemeteries crawl with sentries The sexton demands his bribe Graveyard gates ensure their entries Remain inhumed inside Yet another source of bodies Surrounds us every day Is not every soul but a corpse to be? And should we not just speed them on their way?
Solo – Matthew Harvey
Solo – Michael Burke
Chorus: Unspeakable!
Burke: Compunction be dashed Though this course may seem rash
Chorus: Unspeakable!
Hare: There's so much more profit When we fill the coffins
Chorus: Unspeakable!
Hare: The tramps and the urchins We'll make fodder for surgeons
Chorus: Unspeakable!
Dr. Knox: They live lives without worth Death cannot be much worse Wretched ways to make your purse burst
Chorus: Unspeakable!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
