In the morgue they’re waiting.
Ready for their honorable day.
A full face of makeup and
Their best clothing for decay.
All stitched up and drained,
Not a hair allowed to stray.
Eyes glued shut, with a smile,
They’re watching from the doorway.
In the morgue they’re waiting.
Ready for their honorable day.
A full face of makeup and
Their best clothing for decay.
All stitched up and drained,
Not a hair allowed to stray.
Eyes glued shut, with a smile,
They’re watching from the doorway.