Come on and bring your shovel, we're out for trouble and fright
We'll take all we can carry from the old cemetery tonight
In potter's field we'll disinter one dead person or two
We need the freshest body we can get; nothing shoddy will do
With a mind quite refined, but defined obsessed: that's young Herbert West
His studies into d**h are quite progressed
He needs flesh that is fresh in a special way, and shows no decay
He can't use a stiff with a whiff: to avoid it he'll even slay!
M.U's most brilliant student is not so prudent at times
With loads of mad palaver he commits his cadaverous crimes
As he injects a potion to witness motion anew
You must admit it's terrific, Herbert's scientific breakthrough
There's a typhoid epidemic stalking Arkham-town
It has k**ed Dean Halsey, who's a doctor of renown
But Herb's chemical-agent swiftly sent his saintly soul to hell
While his mortal remains live in a padded cell. Well well well!
It will cause the greatest horror this town ever saw
Cause the Dean will tear and eat the flesh from bodies raw
It'll look as grotesque as imagery by artist Sidney Sime
These terrible things are the things we'll remember all through our time
Bodies ripped from the crypt, terror gripped my heart, but I did my part
I thought that Herbert West was really smart
And alas, not too fast, but at last I learned his victims returned
They came to avenge the syringe and he got the fate that he earned!
The work was slow and sordid in a really morbid domain
Herb was a workaholic with a cold diabolical brain
To Herb, a human bein' was a mere machine made of meat
It only goes to show you that old d**h is a foe you can't cheat
It only goes to show you that old d**h is a foe you can't cheat!