Rigor mortis setting in, I can feel me getting stiff
Embalm me to relax me, I could really use a lift
Mortician likes to dress me, he takes my jewelry off
He sews my eyes, he sews my mouth
And then he cuts me up

The mortician wants you
The mortician wants you
The mortician wants you

Down the corridor I go await my debut, I'm in a box
I'm in a wall so friends can get a view
Now my time has finally come, everyone's in black
They start to read my eulogy
Some of them are crying, but most of them are lying
They got my will, for that they have a knack

The mortician wants you
The mortician wants you
The mortician wants you

Me I'm in a three piece suit but only to my waist
With my make up on i look real bad, they all walk by in haste
I'm sick of being looked upon and hearing only thoughts
The mortician looks on while he's checking his clock
He's always regulated, his life is so frustrated
I wish they just drop me in and let me lie and rot

The mortician wants you
The mortician wants you
The mortician wants you

Why won't they just go and leave me alone
Just close my box, my debut is finally done
With the last one gone and no one to come
The mortician walks up with his final thoughts
He closes the casket and wheels me off
To the grounds of my final home

The mortician wants you
The mortician wants you
The mortician wants you