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jonathan fire*eater - winston plum: undertaker lyrics

sitting in the office
thinking of the coffins
that come and go they are bought and sold again
black lacquered maple
obituaries stapled to bulletin boards that read:
“welcome aboard my friends”

the moss and the rotten flowers and
the punch that turns, it turns too sour and
the casket of the hour
causes faces to cower and fails to empower oh

this will never do of course
we must be true, true to the lord that
sprung them from their stables
and cut them down from their cables

oh my great aunt cindy
she had an open casket
and i was a+crying ‘cos her mouth was all crooked now
saints and lightning bolts
save me from the hole
i got struck again and it’s time to begin again

but my cousin, he just cracked
and when his elevator went to the top
oh how we swore how we’d never come down
but there’s just no place in this business for clowns, oh
this will never do, of course
we must be true, true to the lord that
sprung them from their stables and
cut them down from their cables and
brought them here to these hallowed halls
where with the hand of an artist, they are embalmed

if ever a blemish or a waxy finish should taint the star of the hour, hour oh

in the life of an undertaker
i would give it all up to be
if ever a blemish or a waxy finish should taint the star of the hour hour oh

moss and the rotten flowers
the punch that turns it turns too sour
this will never do of course
we must be true, true to the lord that
sprung them from their stables and
cut them down from their cables and
brought them here to these hallowed halls
where with the hand of an artist they are enbalmed

moss and the rotten flowers
the punch that turns it turns too sour
this would never do of course
we must be true to the lord

- jonathan fireeater lyrics

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