King Diamond lyrics
King Diamond lyrics
"To The Morgue lyrics"
Talk To Me lyrics
I said I think I'm workin' too hard And you said yeah I said I just might quit that job And you said yeah I can't say you're not listening But baby won't you tal
I said I think I'm workin' too hard And you said yeah I said I just might quit that job And you said yeah I can't say you're not listening But baby won't you tal
(Music by La Rocque / Lyrics by Diamond) 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 Doctor Eastmann Harry hadFine And Good lyricsdied of fright in the night If he had cared he could have found the spider Laying eggs in Harry?s neck The smoldering eyes... in Harry?s head Had become the home... of spiders instead Solos : Simonsen - La Rocque 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 mor
Things are good, nothing much for me to say I'm feeling happier, everyday Things are good, I've got a simple mind It seems like everything is going fine Fine andBlack Metal lyricsgue Deep down ... below the ground Where it was king 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 name Spider
Black is the night, metal we fight Power amps set to explode Energy screams, magic and dreams Satan records the first note. We chime the hell, chaos and hell MetSound Chaser lyricss ... They?re growing like rats from the plague Spiders ... There?s so many more everyday Solos : Simonsen - La Rocque 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 To the morgue.. We must all go to the morgue...
Faster moment spent spread tales of change within the sound Counting form through rhythm electric freedom Moves to counter-balance stars expound our conscience A