(Music by La Rocque / Lyrics by Diamond)



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 Doctor Eastmann

Harry had died of fright in the night

If he had cared he could have found the spider

Laying eggs in Harrys neck



The smoldering eyes... in Harrys head

Had become the home... of spiders instead



Solos : Simonsen - La Rocque



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 king of cold and damp

Too many stiffs to be fit in the cooler

Gathering dust in the Hallways of Death



The smoldering eyes... in Harrys head

Had become the home... of spiders instead



Spiders here ... Spiders everywhere

Spiders feeding the dead to their young

Spiders here... Spiders everywhere

Spiders using the dead for their name



Spiders ... Theyre growing like rats from the plague

Spiders ... Theres so many more everyday



Solos : Simonsen - La Rocque



Summer is coming to an end

And the cellar in the morgue is a nest now

One thousand poisonous creatures

Eight thousand poisonous legs



The smoldering eyes... in Harrys head

Had become the home... of spiders instead



To the morgue.. We must all go to the morgue...