SONG LYRICS & CHORDS (T)

The last petition for clemency was turned down yesterday / So now they strap him in that room to die / The i.v.’s are inserted in his veins...

T.V. war is part of life / Entertaining and far, far away / What a story and how they fight...

They are young and they''re kids and believe what they see / To do what they''ve been told / And so they walk away with open eyes...

I can''t wait to get you / Down on the dirty floor / I know it ain''t a place...

Welcome to our sanguinary sect of worship / Feel at home in our black conventicle / As we anathematize all of those who oppose us...

What is forced by violence / Isn't supported by evidence / We refuse to validate...

Certify the tragedy of the physical defuction / Butchered cadavers are blessed by ray morbid extreme unction / Prone on the mortuary table for the forensic inquest...

The nauseating fetor forces me to retch as the putrid rectal enema splashes on my face / Pestilently decomposed... Fetid stench makes me vomit... / Necrotized intestines are violently vomited - the cancerous afflatus contaminates the air...

Acute peritonitis in acrid purulence / Volatile gases expand as tissues efferscence / Bile-encrusted innards rupture and prolapse...

I heard the passing bells calling out my name. / I knew I'd never see another day! / I couldn't swim, against the tides of blame....

Dealing with Anatomy! / satisfy my morbid Greed / Everything inside the corpse...

It's waking it's taken it's breaking fall away / mistaken you're faking it's killing all your joy / Hold your tongue skull's heavy...

Lost in the darkness something takes over you / so cold and heartless i think it's overdue / breathe in the demons now their screaming loud...

Coroner's van on the road / in route to the morgue / Everynight boring job...

Corpses, Corpses, Corpses / burning down the / Corpses, Corpses, Corpses...

Acute peritonitis in acrid purulence / Volatile gases expand as tissues efferscence / Bile-encrusted innards rupture and prolapse...

Acute peritonitis in acrid purulence / Volatile gases expand as tissues efferscence / Bile-encrusted innards rupture and prolapse...

See all screaming faces / when you walking on the street / And you realize that the end is here...

The wind fluttering in the magic / All the leaves leaving the cold treetops / Autumn cold surrounds us all...

Force open the river's mouth / Do not wait for the pour / Go push open...

Now make your duty / Kill the new born child / Fill the blood in the black shrine...

(Instrumental) / “Burke and Hare... it is said, are the real authors of the measure. It would have been well if this fear had been manifested and acted upon before sixteen human beings had fallen victims to the supineness of the Government and the Legislature. It required no extraordinary sagacity, to foresee that the worst consequences must inevitably result from the system of traffic between resurrectionists and anatomists, which the executive government has so long suffered to exist.” - ​The​ ​Lancet​ Newspaper, 1832 / “The inducement of this species of murder is the value of a dead body... [which] arrives from the scarcity of them in proportion to the demand... The scarcity of dead bodies for the purposes of dissection arises from a violent prejudice against dissection in the vulgar mind... This prejudice, against the conversion of inanimate flesh to the only useful purpose of which it is susceptible is fostered... in particular by the law, which directs that the bodies of murderers shall be 'anatomised'... for the express purpose, one might almost think, of strengthening the vulgar prejudice against dissection.” - Edward Gibbon Wakefield, 1831...

(In which Burke and Hare master the irredeemable art of procuring the freshest specimens of cadaver by the most nefarious means imaginable) / “'Knowst thou not any, whom corrupting gold / Would tempt unto a close exploit of death?'...

They blind your mind / You're mama's blued eyed boy / They make you eat something...

Carousel of story time / Children slumber in distant rhymes / Sleepwalk of the living dead...

Monkeys blood running through my veins / Funky junkies with babies brains / Sticking needles in the heart of the city...

Something in the way you drag me down / Started a fire then you put it out / Like a tiger in the night you start to prey...

Well I'm crazy on my feet got the shakes inside me / When we're dancing cheek to cheek / Is this the price of passion...

Just when you thought that it was safe / Spin me round back in the race / I'm the runners gunning for you...

See your idols on the silver screens / Well you're loving every minute 'cos it don't seem real / Oh you're made for it, you live that dream...