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 Doctor Eastmann Harry had died of fright in the night If he had cared he could have found the spider Laying eggs in Harry¹s neck
The smoldering eyes... in Harry¹s 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 king of cold and damp Too many stiffs to be fit in the cooler Gathering dust in the Hallways of Death
The smoldering eyes... in Harry¹s head Had become the home... of spiders instead
Spiders here ... Spiders everywhere Spiders feeding the dead to their young Spiders here... Spiders everywhere Spiders using the dead for their name
Spiders ... They¹re growing like rats from the plague Spiders ... There¹s so many more everyday
Summer is coming to an end And the cellar in the morgue is a nest now One thousand poisonous creatures Eight thousand poisonous legs
The smoldering eyes... in Harry¹s head Had become the home... of spiders instead
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