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Calm collector of the waste |
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I've come for the dead |
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Cold my feelings cannot be traced |
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There's no need, no patients for there |
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Muttering words, they are so few and forgotten |
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So please do spare me |
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This ain't a church and |
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I ain't no priest |
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So save it for the funeral to be |
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Slice incision split your chest open autopsy |
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Precise my thoughts they cannot be brokenwhen brain-probing |
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I'm calling out for the next cadaverson't delay, no corpse decay |
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And be swift, be quick with the scalpel |
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This man is dead, he's got only hell to pay[Chorus] |
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An open-casket funeral for all to see |
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The body staring at you, carcass of seams |
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Our hat's off to ya, coroner, a job well donethe grieving proud of their funeral-faced son. |
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Accidents just waiting to happen tragically |
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Unstable mind's continuously snapping on society |
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Now I'm just here, a product of the country |
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I'm dealing with the mess that surrounds me |
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And you can see me on your public |
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TVSports jacket, cool tie, and wheeling out the body[CHORUS] |
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Distorted features as |
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I picked him off the road |
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His body mangled, it took ten hours for me to sew together |
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Perfectly stitched sutured and closed |
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And staring through glass eyes |
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Just one more step for mother dear |
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Her first glance she looks and crys |
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CORONER CO |
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RONER - Pulse stops |
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CORONER CO |
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RONER - You must call him |
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CORONER CO |
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RONER - Deal in rot |
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CORONER CO |
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RONER - Coroner |
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Collect! |
