To the morgue... Take him to the morgue
To the morgue... Take him to the morgue

At... Devil Lake... Sanitarium, many a patient had died in vain
Never a question to be asked, no no, never a thing to explain
So they took his bones and skin to the morgue in the West Wing
It was clear... to Dr. Eastmann
Harry had died of fright in the night
If he had cared he would have found the spider
Laying eggs in Harry's neck

The smoldering eyes... in Harry's head
Had become the home... of spiders instead

To the morgue... Take him to the morgue
To the morgue... Take him to the morgue
To the morgue... We must all go to the morgue
To the morgue... We must all go to the morgue

Deep down... below the ground
Where it was kind of cold and damp
Too many stiffs to be fit in the cooler
Gathering dust in the Hallways of Death

The smoldering eyes... in Harry's head
Had become the home... of spiders instead

Spiders here... Spiders everywhere
Spiders feeding the dead to their young
Spiders here... Spiders everywhere
Spiders using the dead for their home

Spiders... they're growing like rats from the plague
Spiders... there's so many more everyday

Summer ___ is coming to an end
And the cellar in the morgue is a nest now
One thousand poisonous creatures
Eight thousand poisonous legs

The smoldering eyes... in Harry's head
Had become the home... of spiders instead