Funeral Home Lyrics - Macabre

You are pronounced dead 

Due to a crushing blow to the head 

The reaper has passed his curse 

Lifeless body hauled away in a hearse 

Death is the reality 

Life it lies in a dormant grave 

It's off to the funeral home 

Isn't it great? 

Death in the embalmer's hands 

He cuts your organs and puts them in pans 

Then he drains all your blood 

Embalms your veins til they flood 

Then you're put into your casket 

Rolled in and put on display 

He made you look like you were 

Living today 

The under ___ taker 

Cuts you ___ open 

And he ___ rips out 

All of ___ your insides 

And you cannot ___ escape 

His clutches 

For you ___ will be 

Embalmed ___ by him 

AAAHHHHAHAHAHAHAHA 

You are ___ on your 

Way to ___ the funeral home 

You are ___ in the 

Funeral ___ home and you are 

DEAD!