"The Resurrectionist" as written by and Tennant/lowe....
Crossing Blackfriar's Bridge to Guy's
Then back to Bart's for a better price
Our goods are dear but they're never shoddy
Tell me, anybody need a body

From a resurrectionist, medical scientist?
We've all got to earn ourselves a living
All it takes is a little bit of digging
By a resurrectionist

I met a man down Thieving Lane
He told me he was in the same game
We both talked the same body language
On Newgate Street we saw the hanging

Of a resurrectionist, medical scientist
We've all got to earn ourselves a living
All it takes is a little bit of digging
By a resurrectionist

Got a nice thing for the right punter
He used to be a fogle hunter
Got a nice thing for the right punter
He used to be a fogle hunter

We had a drink then a couple more
At the King Of Denmark and the Fortune Of War
A handsome lad lay in a Hansom cab
Soon to be a stiff 'un on the slab

From a resurrectionist, medical scientist
We've all got to earn ourselves a living
All it takes is a little bit of digging
By a resurrectionist

We don't bring them back to life
But we do bring them back from the dead


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