| It’s a place where we’re all headin’ A shadow which waits at the end of the line. So live your life, don’t spend it dreadin’ Tomorrow might be be your deadline. From the earth to the morgue Morgue, morgue, morgue. Life’s a fleeting chord. Morgue, morgue, morgue. Dance with joy while your body can, While you’re full of joy and life, While you are still an able-bodied man Cause there might be no dancin’ in the afterlife. From the earth to the morgue Morgue morgue morgue Life’s a fleeting chord Morgue morgue morgue So while you’re still fine and can feel the rhythm, Dance like no one is watchin’. Put away your worries and scepticism, Guess what? The morgue you ain’t dodgin’ From the earth to the morgue Morgue morgue morgue Life’s a fleeting chord Morgue morgue morgue 24 lines. Written for
Prompt use the line:from the earth to the morgue. Morgue, morgue, morgue |