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 The punch the turns it turns too sour The casket of the hour causes faces to cower and fails to empower Oh, this would never do of course We must be true, true to the law 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 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 This would never do of course We must be true, true to the law That sprung them from their stables And cut them down from their cables And brought them here to these hallowed halls Where with the hands of an artist they are embalmed If ever a blemish or a waxy finish should taint the star of the hour Oh 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 Moss and the rotten flowers The punch that turns, it turns too sour This would never do of course We must be true true to the law That spring 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 Moss and the rotten flowers The punch that turns it turns to sour This would never do of course We must must be true, true to the law