Song | 9 to 5 At The Morgue |
Artist | Dog Fashion Disco |
Album | The Embryo's In Bloom |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
9 to 5 At | |
The Morgue. | |
Within the pale white walls, | |
From 9 to 5 | |
Day after day | |
I feel no more alive, | |
Than the stiff that lies the table before me. | |
Wake up too early to twist the key. | |
Stumble on over to the | |
Mr. Coffee. | |
Pour myself a warm black existence. | |
And 9 to 5. | |
Within the pale white walls, | |
From 9 to 5 | |
Day after day | |
I feel so cold inside. | |
Like the stiff that lies the table before me. | |
Wake up too early to twist the key. | |
Stumble on over to the | |
Mr. Coffee. | |
Pour myself a warm black existence. 9 to 5 at the morgue, | |
Overtime for the corpse. | |
Hypnotised by the hum of the freezer. | |
Hypnotised by the look in your eyes. | |
Hypnotised by the pallid cadaver. | |
Hypnotised by the look in your eyes. 9 to 5! | |
The truth is harsher than you think. | |
It's the hair that fills the sink, | |
Or the wrinkles around your eyes, | |
Until you抮e old and hypnotised. 9 to 5. | |
Die and die. | |
Die and draw flies. | |
Die and die. | |
Die and draw flies. | |
This day is never going to end for me. | |
The end is closer than you think. | |
So pour yourself another drink. | |
And don't let it get to you, ' | |
Cos that's exactly what it will do. 9 to 5. | |
Die and die. | |
Die and draw flies. | |
Die and die. | |
Die and draw flies. | |
Wake up too early to twist the key. | |
Stumble on over to the | |
Mr. Coffee. | |
Pour myself a warm black existence. | |
And 9 to 5 at the morgue, | |
Overtime for the corpse. | |
Hypnotised by the hum of the freezer. | |
Hypnotised by the look in your eyes. | |
Hypnotised by the pallid cadaver. | |
Hypnotised by the look in your eyes. | |
Stitch his lips and shut his eyes. 9 to 5 at the morgue. (x2) |
9 to 5 At | |
The Morgue. | |
Within the pale white walls, | |
From 9 to 5 | |
Day after day | |
I feel no more alive, | |
Than the stiff that lies the table before me. | |
Wake up too early to twist the key. | |
Stumble on over to the | |
Mr. Coffee. | |
Pour myself a warm black existence. | |
And 9 to 5. | |
Within the pale white walls, | |
From 9 to 5 | |
Day after day | |
I feel so cold inside. | |
Like the stiff that lies the table before me. | |
Wake up too early to twist the key. | |
Stumble on over to the | |
Mr. Coffee. | |
Pour myself a warm black existence. 9 to 5 at the morgue, | |
Overtime for the corpse. | |
Hypnotised by the hum of the freezer. | |
Hypnotised by the look in your eyes. | |
Hypnotised by the pallid cadaver. | |
Hypnotised by the look in your eyes. 9 to 5! | |
The truth is harsher than you think. | |
It' s the hair that fills the sink, | |
Or the wrinkles around your eyes, | |
Until you zhen e old and hypnotised. 9 to 5. | |
Die and die. | |
Die and draw flies. | |
Die and die. | |
Die and draw flies. | |
This day is never going to end for me. | |
The end is closer than you think. | |
So pour yourself another drink. | |
And don' t let it get to you, ' | |
Cos that' s exactly what it will do. 9 to 5. | |
Die and die. | |
Die and draw flies. | |
Die and die. | |
Die and draw flies. | |
Wake up too early to twist the key. | |
Stumble on over to the | |
Mr. Coffee. | |
Pour myself a warm black existence. | |
And 9 to 5 at the morgue, | |
Overtime for the corpse. | |
Hypnotised by the hum of the freezer. | |
Hypnotised by the look in your eyes. | |
Hypnotised by the pallid cadaver. | |
Hypnotised by the look in your eyes. | |
Stitch his lips and shut his eyes. 9 to 5 at the morgue. x2 |
9 to 5 At | |
The Morgue. | |
Within the pale white walls, | |
From 9 to 5 | |
Day after day | |
I feel no more alive, | |
Than the stiff that lies the table before me. | |
Wake up too early to twist the key. | |
Stumble on over to the | |
Mr. Coffee. | |
Pour myself a warm black existence. | |
And 9 to 5. | |
Within the pale white walls, | |
From 9 to 5 | |
Day after day | |
I feel so cold inside. | |
Like the stiff that lies the table before me. | |
Wake up too early to twist the key. | |
Stumble on over to the | |
Mr. Coffee. | |
Pour myself a warm black existence. 9 to 5 at the morgue, | |
Overtime for the corpse. | |
Hypnotised by the hum of the freezer. | |
Hypnotised by the look in your eyes. | |
Hypnotised by the pallid cadaver. | |
Hypnotised by the look in your eyes. 9 to 5! | |
The truth is harsher than you think. | |
It' s the hair that fills the sink, | |
Or the wrinkles around your eyes, | |
Until you zhěn e old and hypnotised. 9 to 5. | |
Die and die. | |
Die and draw flies. | |
Die and die. | |
Die and draw flies. | |
This day is never going to end for me. | |
The end is closer than you think. | |
So pour yourself another drink. | |
And don' t let it get to you, ' | |
Cos that' s exactly what it will do. 9 to 5. | |
Die and die. | |
Die and draw flies. | |
Die and die. | |
Die and draw flies. | |
Wake up too early to twist the key. | |
Stumble on over to the | |
Mr. Coffee. | |
Pour myself a warm black existence. | |
And 9 to 5 at the morgue, | |
Overtime for the corpse. | |
Hypnotised by the hum of the freezer. | |
Hypnotised by the look in your eyes. | |
Hypnotised by the pallid cadaver. | |
Hypnotised by the look in your eyes. | |
Stitch his lips and shut his eyes. 9 to 5 at the morgue. x2 |