Resurrection Man Song Lyrics
If i were rid of wife and kid
My life would be my own.
He'd never care if he were starving
If he'd none at home.
But selfish ain't my way.
And odd-job jobs don't pay
What's wrong if i provide a little on the side
Ta dry a rainy day? When a poor brother dies god almighty surely cries to think that bloke will be of no constructive use right where he lies
But with nerves made of stone i approach the great unknown
Turn down the covers of his bed
And resurrect him from the dead
When scientific guys
Need bodies for supplies
We'll bet a shiny shilling
Heaven's all too willing
Something should arise
Doctors need certain parts.
And if they only need a small intestine
Man #1 and man #2
They've got jars the rest can rest in
When there's a cure
You'll be thanking me we're sure
As long as something gets you in the end me job's secure
Say what you will
He means no ill
He loves the human race
But what about some poor dead lout who's out a resting place?
I feel for them poor stiffs.
Some people just don't care.
And for some measly tips
Man #1 and #2
He works to ease their boredom
Let 'em get some air
Try and lie in a case
Bugs and dirt all in your face
Man #1 and #2
A smell so rotten in the air just too monotonous to bear
What i do when i can is to serve my fellow man!
So if you wanna do your part...
And if you ain't too faint o' heart!
If you want salary increased...
And you deal well with the deceased...
A resurrectionist can let his conscience rest in peace!
- Tale of Two Cities
- Resurrection Man Lyrics