| Song | 9 to 5 At The Morgue |
| Artist | Dog Fashion Disco |
| Album | The Embryo's In Bloom |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 9 to 5 At | |
| The Morgue. | |
| Within the pale white walls, | |
| From 9 to 5 | |
| Day after day | |
| I feel no more alive, | |
| Than the stiff that lies the table before me. | |
| Wake up too early to twist the key. | |
| Stumble on over to the | |
| Mr. Coffee. | |
| Pour myself a warm black existence. | |
| And 9 to 5. | |
| Within the pale white walls, | |
| From 9 to 5 | |
| Day after day | |
| I feel so cold inside. | |
| Like the stiff that lies the table before me. | |
| Wake up too early to twist the key. | |
| Stumble on over to the | |
| Mr. Coffee. | |
| Pour myself a warm black existence. 9 to 5 at the morgue, | |
| Overtime for the corpse. | |
| Hypnotised by the hum of the freezer. | |
| Hypnotised by the look in your eyes. | |
| Hypnotised by the pallid cadaver. | |
| Hypnotised by the look in your eyes. 9 to 5! | |
| The truth is harsher than you think. | |
| It's the hair that fills the sink, | |
| Or the wrinkles around your eyes, | |
| Until you抮e old and hypnotised. 9 to 5. | |
| Die and die. | |
| Die and draw flies. | |
| Die and die. | |
| Die and draw flies. | |
| This day is never going to end for me. | |
| The end is closer than you think. | |
| So pour yourself another drink. | |
| And don't let it get to you, ' | |
| Cos that's exactly what it will do. 9 to 5. | |
| Die and die. | |
| Die and draw flies. | |
| Die and die. | |
| Die and draw flies. | |
| Wake up too early to twist the key. | |
| Stumble on over to the | |
| Mr. Coffee. | |
| Pour myself a warm black existence. | |
| And 9 to 5 at the morgue, | |
| Overtime for the corpse. | |
| Hypnotised by the hum of the freezer. | |
| Hypnotised by the look in your eyes. | |
| Hypnotised by the pallid cadaver. | |
| Hypnotised by the look in your eyes. | |
| Stitch his lips and shut his eyes. 9 to 5 at the morgue. (x2) |
| 9 to 5 At | |
| The Morgue. | |
| Within the pale white walls, | |
| From 9 to 5 | |
| Day after day | |
| I feel no more alive, | |
| Than the stiff that lies the table before me. | |
| Wake up too early to twist the key. | |
| Stumble on over to the | |
| Mr. Coffee. | |
| Pour myself a warm black existence. | |
| And 9 to 5. | |
| Within the pale white walls, | |
| From 9 to 5 | |
| Day after day | |
| I feel so cold inside. | |
| Like the stiff that lies the table before me. | |
| Wake up too early to twist the key. | |
| Stumble on over to the | |
| Mr. Coffee. | |
| Pour myself a warm black existence. 9 to 5 at the morgue, | |
| Overtime for the corpse. | |
| Hypnotised by the hum of the freezer. | |
| Hypnotised by the look in your eyes. | |
| Hypnotised by the pallid cadaver. | |
| Hypnotised by the look in your eyes. 9 to 5! | |
| The truth is harsher than you think. | |
| It' s the hair that fills the sink, | |
| Or the wrinkles around your eyes, | |
| Until you zhen e old and hypnotised. 9 to 5. | |
| Die and die. | |
| Die and draw flies. | |
| Die and die. | |
| Die and draw flies. | |
| This day is never going to end for me. | |
| The end is closer than you think. | |
| So pour yourself another drink. | |
| And don' t let it get to you, ' | |
| Cos that' s exactly what it will do. 9 to 5. | |
| Die and die. | |
| Die and draw flies. | |
| Die and die. | |
| Die and draw flies. | |
| Wake up too early to twist the key. | |
| Stumble on over to the | |
| Mr. Coffee. | |
| Pour myself a warm black existence. | |
| And 9 to 5 at the morgue, | |
| Overtime for the corpse. | |
| Hypnotised by the hum of the freezer. | |
| Hypnotised by the look in your eyes. | |
| Hypnotised by the pallid cadaver. | |
| Hypnotised by the look in your eyes. | |
| Stitch his lips and shut his eyes. 9 to 5 at the morgue. x2 |
| 9 to 5 At | |
| The Morgue. | |
| Within the pale white walls, | |
| From 9 to 5 | |
| Day after day | |
| I feel no more alive, | |
| Than the stiff that lies the table before me. | |
| Wake up too early to twist the key. | |
| Stumble on over to the | |
| Mr. Coffee. | |
| Pour myself a warm black existence. | |
| And 9 to 5. | |
| Within the pale white walls, | |
| From 9 to 5 | |
| Day after day | |
| I feel so cold inside. | |
| Like the stiff that lies the table before me. | |
| Wake up too early to twist the key. | |
| Stumble on over to the | |
| Mr. Coffee. | |
| Pour myself a warm black existence. 9 to 5 at the morgue, | |
| Overtime for the corpse. | |
| Hypnotised by the hum of the freezer. | |
| Hypnotised by the look in your eyes. | |
| Hypnotised by the pallid cadaver. | |
| Hypnotised by the look in your eyes. 9 to 5! | |
| The truth is harsher than you think. | |
| It' s the hair that fills the sink, | |
| Or the wrinkles around your eyes, | |
| Until you zhěn e old and hypnotised. 9 to 5. | |
| Die and die. | |
| Die and draw flies. | |
| Die and die. | |
| Die and draw flies. | |
| This day is never going to end for me. | |
| The end is closer than you think. | |
| So pour yourself another drink. | |
| And don' t let it get to you, ' | |
| Cos that' s exactly what it will do. 9 to 5. | |
| Die and die. | |
| Die and draw flies. | |
| Die and die. | |
| Die and draw flies. | |
| Wake up too early to twist the key. | |
| Stumble on over to the | |
| Mr. Coffee. | |
| Pour myself a warm black existence. | |
| And 9 to 5 at the morgue, | |
| Overtime for the corpse. | |
| Hypnotised by the hum of the freezer. | |
| Hypnotised by the look in your eyes. | |
| Hypnotised by the pallid cadaver. | |
| Hypnotised by the look in your eyes. | |
| Stitch his lips and shut his eyes. 9 to 5 at the morgue. x2 |