Morticians

We're sweet, ambitious Morticians
From a deadly club
In case of death, call us! The morticians
And we pick you up
Eager and profane
With paralyzed hope We don ́t know any pain We are your last popes
You call it sad
We call it work
You only reap – what you deserve
You call us sick
We're smiling back
We don't care - what you prefer
Come let us kiss the death
We are so hard working Morticians
Your body's in a bag
No one likes us
Morticians
But - we wave friendly back
Eager and profane
With paralyzed hope Your fight was in vain Now we cut off your rope
You call it sad
We call it work
You only reap – what you deserve
Yeah, you call us sick
We're smiling back
We don't care - what you prefer
Come let us kiss the death