| Cadavers, cadavers, everywhere cadavers
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| Cadavers, cadavers
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| Everywhere cadavers, lying all about
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| Their clothing is in disarray, their teeth are falling out
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| Discoloring and decaying, they cannot pull their weight
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| They block the path of passersby until they desiccate
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| Faces sunken hollow, forward in a slump
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| Sandwiched in the wallboards, hidden in the dump
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| Face-down in a puddle, spoiling in the sun
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| Exuding hideous odors, offeding everyone
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| Wasting in a basement, left out in the rain
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| Propped up in a stairwell, dangling from a crane
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| Beneath a pile of rubble, hoisted up on high
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| Rising from the ocean, falling from the sky
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| Cadavers, cadavers, set them out to dry
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| Paint the head with pitch and put a penny in its eye
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| Tie it to a fender and drag it all around
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| Tell it that it ought to have been buried in the ground
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| Insult them and degrade them, they will not protest
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| Except with quiet gurglings arising from the chest
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| Kicked aside and picked on by ordinary folks
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| Employed by student doctors in ungodly practical jokes |
| Where signs of life are present, cadavers are as well
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| There’s no use trying to look away or hiding from the smell
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| Where once beloved people were, cadavers are instead
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| It falls upon the living to live among the dead
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| The fluids that they’re leaking will trickle by and by
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| And overnight contaminate the drinking water supply
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| Floating down the river, strewn along the banks
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| We’ll share in their diseases, we’ll join them in their ranks |