Valentine Wolfe - Disarticulation lyrics

I've got bones in my skirt An extra head in my bonnet Mustn't meet the constable Some men just don't understand My husband brings home the cash It's never quite big enough A girl's got to find some honest means To keep herself in luxury Disarticulation: It's a gentlemen's occupation No women need apply for we know you'll only cry Watching our frightful vivisection I gently pry open the crypt With the lantern, I peer inside I'm here for the dearly departed Fresh ones fetch the most coin There's a tidy sum to be had If you don't mind the grave No one suspects a lady Some men just don't understand Disarticulation: It's a gentlemen's occupation No women need apply for we know you'll only cry Watching our frightful vivisection Now, I would like to take a moment if I may, to address these most dreadful accusations and a**aults on my character and indeed, my philanthropy. You see, I provide a valuable service to all the young medical students out there! They need all the help they can get to get ahead: good thing I've got a few to spare. A helping hand or two or three or six is really all they need to get a leg up in their studies. And they find the freshest selections in my hearse....er..wagon! my wagon! My prices are always a cut above the rest! My friends say I look tired I've mud on my boots and my skirt I find I'm quite enjoying my nights Cavorting among the dead Don't know why he wants bodies I keep all the j**els I find He's up to no good with those corpses Some men I just don't understand