When the ambulance arrived
There was nothing they could do to save your life
There were pieces here and pieces there
Found some bubblegum stuck in your hair

So much morgue to see
So much morgue to do
And there's so many things
That I wish you could have heard
So much morgue for me
So much morgue for you
And I can't express myself baby

Morgue than words, morgue than words
Morgue than words, morgue than words
Morgue than words, morgue than words
Morgue than words, morgue than words
Morgue than words

You had such beautiful eyes
It's hard to tell now they're covered in flies
I guess it's true that love could be sad
To see you hauled away in seven body bags

So much morgue to see
So much morgue to do
And there's so many things
That I wish you could have heard
So much morgue for me
So much morgue for you
And I can't express myself baby

Morgue than words, morgue than words
Morgue than words, morgue than words
Morgue than words, morgue than words
Morgue than words, morgue than words
Morgue than words

You were the love of my life
And now the city morgue has put you on ice
You were the one that got away
I love you morgue than words can say

So much morgue to see
So much morgue to do
And there's so many things
That I wish you could have heard
So much morgue for me
So much morgue for you
And I can't express myself baby

Morgue than words, morgue than words
Morgue than words, morgue than words
Morgue than words, morgue than words
Morgue than words, morgue than words
Morgue than words

It's a simple mistake that anyone could make
And I guess I won the grand prize
A lifetime supply of misery
My home sweet homicide

And I'm so love sick, sick of you
I guess I'll see you in hell
But I'm sure you'd ruin that too

You'll be the death of me
Baby you're my home sweet homicide

You're the reason why I never tried
You're the biggest star in your own mind
No anti-dote, it's a fucking joke
And I'll never get out alive

Now on the count of three
Won't you bury me
Close the casket and say goodbye
And its ashes to ashes, dust to dust
My home sweet homicide

And I'm so love sick, sick of you
I guess I'll see you in hell
But I'm sure you'd ruin that too

You'll be the death of me
Baby you're my home sweet homicide

And I'm so love sick, sick of you
I guess I'll see you in hell
But I'm sure you'd ruin that too

You'll be the death of me
Baby you're my home sweet homicide

Digging a grave while wearing a skirt
Asking for trouble, gonna get myself hurt
But its fine, you're gonna be mine

Let me wipe those maggots from your eyes
You make me warm and fuzzy inside
Now my wigs all frizzy
And I've got a run in my hose
Rigor mortis has been kind to you 
And left you in a sexy pose

Happily, I'm so happily ever cadaver
You're gonna be mine

This transvestite moves by moonlight
With six inch heels and a pink flashlight
Oh yeah, you're gonna be mine

I put you in the back of my Cadillac
Next to my lingerie and tire jack
Oh yeah, you're gonna be mine

Let me wipe those maggots from your eyes
You make me warm and fuzzy inside
Now my wigs all frizzy
And I've got a run in my hose
Rigor mortis has been kind to you 
And left you in a sexy pose

Happily, I'm so happily ever cadaver
You're gonna be mine

All right, dig 'em up
Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi
Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi
Alright 

Let me wipe those maggots from your eyes
You make me warm and fuzzy inside
Now my wigs all frizzy
And I've got a run in my hose
Rigor mortis has been kind to you 
And left you in a sexy pose

Happily, I'm so happily ever cadaver
You're gonna be mine

And with the dawn comes a new day
And we return to our normal ways
No memory of what we've done
Except the signs that we had fun

Now we're waking up with scratches on our back
And flesh underneath our nails
We're going down to Piccadilly Square
To raise a little hell

And now we're on the run
And you know we're having so much fun
Being American werewolves in London

So who's left, who will be next
There's no preference here
Just as long as there's flesh
And now there's no way out
You're all going down
Piece be piece, and limb by limb
Scattered all around on the ground

And with the dawn comes a new day
And we return to our normal ways
No memory of what we've done
Except the signs that we had fun

Now we're waking up with scratches on our back
And flesh underneath our nails
We're going down to Piccadilly Square
To raise a little hell

And now we're on the run
And you know we're having so much fun
Being American werewolves in London

And with the dawn comes a new day
And we return to our normal ways
No memory of what we've done
Except the signs that we had fun

Now we're waking up with scratches on our back
And flesh underneath our nails
We're going down to Piccadilly Square
To raise a little hell

And now we're on the run
And you know we're having so much fun
Being American werewolves in London

So hold your horns up
Like you just don't give a fuck
So sing out loud with the sinners around
And c'mon

And he don't need no fucking sympathy
He represents the highest class
I'm talking about you and me

So have some faith in the devil
So have some faith in the devil
So have some faith in the devil
So have some faith in the devil

You know he's black, he's white
He's always fucking right
He loves to drink, fight
And fuck every night

He's so sharp dressed
Sometimes a fucking mess
So sing out loud
If you're evil and proud, c'mon

And he don't need no fucking sympathy
He represents the highest class
I'm talking about you and me

So have some faith in the devil
So have some faith in the devil
So have some faith in the devil
So have some faith in the devil

And he don't need no fucking sympathy
He represents the highest class
I'm talking about you and me

So have some faith in the devil
So have some faith in the devil
So have some faith in the devil
So have some faith in the devil