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my sister and I went to see a place where death does not live alone

bodies do lie, they all have died, a resting place where death calls home

but as we looked through the door, our eyes could not believe the sight

we beheld, the stench that we smelled of rotting and thriving disease

they´re dancing in the morgue!

dancing in the morgue...they´re dancing!

they´re dancing!they´re dancing! they´re dancing in the morgue...

my sister was there with John Doe III

the march of the macabre had begun

the merriment swelled (a nightmarish hell) for all of those who looked on

they´re dancing in the morgue! dancing in the morgue...

they´re dancing! they´re dancing! they´re dancing!

they´re dancing in the morgue...

time grew late, dawn was near, pushing and shoving began

the fastest that ran quickly ahead

shelves on the walls were their beds