There are things that happen To certain people when they're finally dead Many never end up resting in their deserved casket bed Cadavers in the wrong hands Can come up for grabs Join the countless corpses On the mortuary auction slabs The dead become a hot commodity, ready to sell Merchandise on a market straight from hell Price tags Replace morgue tags Vacant coffins buried No one will ever know As the wealthy gather The bidding soon starts Top dollar paid for human body parts The auction is a success Every bidder gets a piece The gavel cracks loudly Setting more of the deceased The auctioneer shrieks as the bidding escalates Unsold limbs lay on the selling block awaiting their fate Vital organs in working order Rake in the greatest cash Physical merchandise drains each monetary slash Price tags Replace morgue tags Vacant coffins buried No one will ever know As the wealthy gather The bidding soon starts Top dollar paid for human body parts The auction is a success Every bidder gets a piece The gavel cracks loudly Selling more of the deceased For the eccentric, there is a black market A death-dealing auction for the upper class jetset Upon a necro-there the sale is based Catering to every odd and strange taste Bids and transactions for items of flesh Purchasing quickly, as the dead lay fresh Great sums paid for pieces of the dead Highest price paid may take a complete head Price tags Replace morgue tags Vacant coffins buried No one will ever know As the wealthy gather The bidding soon starts Top dollar paid for human body parts The auction is a success Every bidder gets a piece The gavel cracks loudly Selling more of the deceased