They may protect you from the stains
And button your coat right to the top
Tip from the jar the brain.
Your good woman is sat down, crying, on the stair.
Oh Doctor put your gloves on as if you even care about her.
Get up from your chair. You're the only one in the room.
Oh Doctor please oh please oh please oh please.
Get up from your chair, get up from your seat.
Oh Doctor get up get up get up get up get up too long you've been asleep
A carcass in the bedroom, a carcass at the table, and this is all quite upsetting.
Presents for you all,
A flower for your mistress,
A complete denial of what's been done done done done get up get up.
Doctor put your gloves on, they may protect you from the stains,
Tell the world you love her and tip from the jar the brain.
Climb to the top of the stair, pausing to reflect on the nature of your disgrace
Doctor, what did you expect? Get up get up.
Lyrics submitted by matilda-v
"Horrors' Theme" as written by Joseph Spurgeon Faris Badwan
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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