Cold stiffs may fetch five sovereigns Warmer bodies a few schilling more Trade in death to make a living Ghastly currency of gore Your cadaveric chores, so Unspeakable! The freshest of corpses through most heinous courses Unspeakable! The warmer the corpse The more rich the reward In this foul trade of flesh, bone and gore Fresher specimens are ever needed The scalpel thirsts for still-warm death Law and decorum should go unheeded When prices soar for a pound of flesh So I may slice up what's left Unspeakable! Just think what we'll gain When we harvest the slain Unspeakable! And the throats we would slit Would never be missed Unspeakable! And so business is furthered By cold-blooded murder? Unspeakable! The demand has increased For the freshly deceased And so now the living you'll reap The cemeteries crawl with sentries The sexton demands his bribe Graveyard gates ensure their entries Remain inhumed inside Yet another source of bodies Surrounds us every day Is not every soul but a corpse to be? And should we not just speed them on their way? Unspeakable! Compunction be dashed Though this course may seem rash Unspeakable! There's so much more profit When we fill the coffins Unspeakable! The tramps and the urchins We'll make fodder for surgeons Unspeakable! They live lives without worth Death cannot be much worse Wretched ways to make your purse burst Unspeakable!