It's cold here, morgues ain't pretty
I'm working here today
And I was dreaming a corpse got up and walked away
Chasing it down the dark halls
Chasing it in the rain
Chasing it til I heard a noise and woke again

It's gory, boss, and here's my resignation
It's gory, boss, and I am scared half stiff
There's corpses down on the shelf
I'm sorry for myself
Imagination's running wild

My friends all make fun of me
They call me all the time
And ask me if I've ever heard a dead stiff whine
But they all know I'm trying
Don't dare sleep at night
They all know I've gone out of my mind with fright

It's gory, boss, can't take another minute
It's gory, boss, my letter's on your desk
There's corpses on every shelf
i'm sorry for myself
Imagination's running wild

It's gory, I've had one too many nightmares
It's gory and that's all I have to say
There's corpses on every shelf
I'm sorry for myself
Fraid they're gonna run away

I'm sorry, but you'll have to hire another
Somebody who's got guts hard as a rock
There's corpses on every shelf
I'm sorry for myself
I just saw a coffin rock