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 Dr. Eastmann Harry had died of fright in the night If he had cared he would have found the spider Laying eggs in Harry's neck The smoldering eyes... in Harry's 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 kind of cold and damp Too many stiffs to be fit in the cooler Gathering dust in the Hallways of Death The smoldering eyes... in Harry's 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 home Spiders... they're growing like rats from the plague Spiders... there's 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 Harry's head Had become the home... of spiders instead To the morgue... We must all go to the morgue.......
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