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 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... Spider's everywhere Spiders feeding the dead to thier young Spiders here... Spider's everywhere Spiders using the dead for thier 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 celler 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 To the morgue... We must all go to the morgue