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We live for you, we die for you, National Embalming School. We do our best to make you rest, National Embalming School.
And when you die, we dig a hole To put you in to turn to mold. We live for you, we die for you, National Embalming School.
Post-mortem, post-mortem, autopsy we must have. Post-mortem, post-mortem, autopsy we must have.
Cut, slash, gash the body, we must have a reason. Gad how the body stinks, it must be out of season.
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