Puppet on a String - The Other

Withe finger, cold limps is what we´re here to see

bodies all covered in dirt

Dragging the corpses from six feet below

to do the unspeakable deed

The night is all still and the darkness complete

no one to witness our crimes

We´re body-snatchers.

We´re using the dead

Grave-robbing is a delight

Why are bodies buried deep.

Why should so much go to waste

Corpses can be so much fun.

So many possibilities

Come let us use your body too.

Sign right here and we´ll make sure

You´ll become a piece of art

in Van Hagen´s bodyworlds

We are the ones who works in the dark

You don´t wanna know

We are the ones with use for the Dead

Come register too

Back to the cemetery

To the cemetery

We must go

We can eat up all you´ve got or sell your body to a lab

Your fat for plastic surgery.

Your heart lives on in someone´s body

Your balls will sell great in Japan.

Your skin a lampshade like Ed Gein

You see we´re doing a good job.

Digging corpses from the ground

We are the ones who work in the dark

You don´t wanna know

We are the ones with use for the Dead

Come register too

Back to the cemetery

To the cemetery

We must go

And I know how we will end

And I know why we must hide

And I know that the night will be on our side

And I know we will triumph over live

And I know that even death is not the end

Back to the cemetery

To the cemetery

We must go