Calm collector of the waste

Cold my feelings cannot be traced

There's no need, no patients for there

Muttering words, they are so few and forgotten

So please do spare me

This ain't a church and I ain't no priest

So save it for the funeral to be



Slice incision split your chest open autopsy

Precise my thoughts they cannot be broken

when brain-probing

I'm calling out for the next cadaver

Don't delay, no corpse decay

And be swift, be quick with the scalpel

This man is dead, he's got only hell to pay



An open-casket funeral for all to see

The body staring at you, carcass of seams

Our hat's off to you, coroner, a job well done

The grieving proud of their funeral-faced son



Accidents just waiting to happen tragically

Unstable mind's continuously snapping on society

Now I'm just here, a product of the country

I'm dealing with the mess that surrounds me

And you can see me on your public TV

Sports jacket, cool tie, and wheeling out the body



An open-casket funeral for all to see

The body staring at you, carcass of seams

Our hat's off to you, coroner, a job well done

The grieving proud of their funeral-faced son



Distorted features as I picked him off the road

His body mangled, it took ten hours for me to sew together

Perfectly stitched sutured and closed

And staring through glass eyes

Just one more step for mother dear

Her first glance she looks and cries



Coroner, coroner, pulse stops

Coroner, coroner, you must call him

Coroner, coroner, deal in rot

Coroner, coroner, coroner, collect