Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dead End, artist - Exhumed. Album song Death Revenge, in the genre Date of issue: 12.10.2017
Record label: Relapse
Song language: English
Dead End |
| «It is disgusting to talk of anatomy as a science, whilst it is cultivated by a |
| means of practices which would disgrace a race of cannibals» — The Lancet |
| newspaper editorial 1832 |
| «Anatomy is the basis of surgery… it informs the head, guides the hand, |
| and familiarizes the heart to a kind of necessary inhumanity» — William |
| Hunter’s introductory lecture to anatomy students 1780 |
| «The outcasts of society, who, being pointed out as resurrection men, |
| unable to maintain themselves by any honest employment and are driven to |
| become thieves and housebreakers…» — Benjamin Brodie Observations 1832 |
| Dr. Knox: My occupation was a’calling, like a tumor, it within me swelled |
| A path some found appalling, that I would come to know so well |
| A cadaverous career awaited, the filthy task I’d undertake |
| With a gruesome thirst for knowledge, that only the dead could slake |
| My studies dismissed as morbid, incurring the headmaster’s scorn |
| My deathly imagination derided, and into the darkness borne |
| From clandestine forays into graveyards, to the operating theater’s grisly |
| scenes |
| My bloody studies dug ever deeper into the obscene and the unclean |
| Narrator: For in death’s sleep what dreams may come? |
| And in death’s name, what deeds must be done — |
| Dr. Knox: As an anatomist, a necrologist |
| But I’ll never be an apologist |
| My chosen path, to carve up stiffs |
| A career dismissed as a dead end |
| A surgeon’s trade, a butcher’s blade |
| You mourn a rest to which you won’t be laid |
| To serve my much derided trade |
| Your legacy will fade to a dead end |
| Solo — Michael Burke |
| Hare: The pounding of my father’s coffin-nails beat a dolorous refrain |
| But by staving in those caskets, a richer living could be gained |
| My heart beat time with the hammer-falls, I learned to pluck men from the grave |
| And earned the name of «resurrection-man,» plying that reviled trade |
| Narrator: For in death’s sleep what dreams may come? |
| And in death’s name, what deeds must be done — |
| Hare: As a resurrectionist, a necrologist |
| But I’ll never be an apologist |
| My chosen path, to dig up stiffs |
| A career dismissed as a dead end |
| Dr. Knox: A surgeon’s trade, Hare: a wooden spade |
| Dr. Knox / Hare: You mourn a rest to which you won’t be laid |
| To serve our much benighted trades |
| Your legacy will fade to a dead end |