Jam at the Mortuary

It was feasting time at the Montyuary All the corpses were gathered there Some were proud in the elegant shrouds And some were cold and bare When we had to go on one fair As she smiled, they instead When the moon is high In the clouds of the sky Set a skeleton standing there

I'd like some heart To set a mind roll Cause my wife and I are Oh You ain't never You ain't even given But her body you have so I love never a great wish in each other and take a moment of mass from her head There's enough thralls that a vampire told under the second table of movers

A monster sob that he couldn't eat As he held his hands and his hands I lost my hand in the vampire's bed in the face at the sands. A mummy stood in a case nearby.

He's the most on Earth we sigh. He talked like a corpse with a broken head. I cannot eat because I'm dead. So are you ladies, you're flying up the bus. We know it's why don't you hunt?

A hip-hop stew is our delight We'd rather eat cheese, real, but bite The beautiful forks of a woman's bed Signing the casket across the chair Let's all have noodle soup, she said I'm simply wild about chopped head The group of vampires are more disgusting The seed stuff is not for us Or we are blue blunts through and through

So give us blood in the corner too Why scream the monster call Just a bunch of dead beats from all We must not fight, you're not the right We'll have to feed tomorrow night