Lyrics:

She lies in a bedpan with her name scrawled on her back
It sure sounds funny when you say his name like that
He lies in an empty room with his hair burnt to the back
It sure sounds funny when you say his name like that

Ship me off to the morgue I'm ready to be buried alone way down in my bed
And I'm alone without the sun
Send me off to the morgue I'm ready to be buried away down in my bed
And I'm alone without the sun
Please just take one

And by the grace of god go I into the great unknown
Thing are gonna change in our favor
And if we gather, if we fall over the great unknown
Things are gonna change in our favor

100, 200, 300, 400, 500, 600 Oh they're found dead, dead
And I am numb from watching TV
100, 200, 300, 400, 500, 600 Oh they're just there, there
And I am numb from Watching TV
Please don't break me

And by the grace of god go I into the great unknown
Things are gonna change in our favor
And if we gather, if we fall over the great unknown
Things are gonna change in our favor

(Instrumental break)

Please just take one....

And by the grace of god go I into the great unknown
Things are gonna change in our favor
And if we gather, if we fall over the great unknown
Thing are gonna change in our favor