Текст песни Cattac - Morticians

Оригинальный текст песни Morticians

We're sweet, ambitious
Morticians
From a deadly club

In case of death, call us!
The morticians
And we pick you up...

Eager and profane
With paralyzed hope
We don ́t know any pain
We are your last popes

You call it sad
We call it work
You only reap – what you deserve

You call us sick
We ́re smiling back
We don't care - what you prefer

Come let us kiss the death...

We are so hard working
Morticians
Your body ́s in a bag

No one likes us
Morticians
But - we wave friendly back

Eager and profane
With paralyzed hope
Your fight was in vain
Now we cut off your rope

You call it sad
We call it work
You only reap – what you deserve

Yeah, you call us sick
We ́re smiling back
We don't care - what you prefer

Come let us kiss the death...