Mortician's Love (c) The Rutts

She picked up pieces of your head

She held them close to her in bed
( )
They led the corpse unto his grave
As she buttoned up his vest

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, go
Go...go...

Drive downtown in the Kennedy streetcar

The blood on the street, it's the name of you played star
The topless dancers that you see
All waving in the street

They don't know who to blame

The feeling in your head
The mortician on the hood of love
& Kennedy's shattered brain

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, now go... Go...

She picked up pieces pieces of your head

She held them close to her in bed
She held your body to her chest
Blood stains, brain upon her dress

She kissed your body on the scene

They said the press was all you need
She grew so tired & bent upon one knee
As she buttoned up his vest

Oh etc

Drive downtown in the Kennedy corpse car

With all the blood ulon the street, the mortician can't be beat