The Mortician

What’s left to find? Seen better days but she can’t rewind
And ooh, if she only knew
No words to say, she can’t remember more than yesterday
And ooh, how could this be true
Where’d they go, this time
Here we go again
All alone, she wonders why
Please not this again
No one around, she’s screaming loud and no one hears a sound
And ooh, what else could she do?
Who’s left to crave, that lovely lady who’s been digging graves
and ooh, if she only knew
Where’d they go, this time
Here we go again
All alone, she wonders why
Please not this again