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National Embalming School

We live for you we, we die for you, National Embalming School. We do our best to give you rest, National Embalming School. We make a coffin out if tin, Then dig a hole to put you in. We live for you we, we die for you, National Embalming School. To thee we sing to thee we drool, National Embalming School. We stuff the corpse, we stuff the ghoul, National Embalming School. When you feel hollow deep inside, We fill you with formaldehyde. Our boys get hot when you get cool National Embalming School. (Tune: A-Hunting We Will Go) Post mortem, post mortem, post mortem, Autopsy we must have. Post mortem, post mortem, post mortem, Autopsy we must have. (Tune: The Anvil Chorus) Cut, slice, slash the body, We must have a reason. Gee, how the body stinks, It must be out of season. We live for you, we die for you, National Embalming School

Last updated: March 1, 2014