[Tune: (mostly) O, Tannenbaum]
>We live for you, we die for you, National Embalming School.
We do our best to give you rest, National Embalming School.
And when you die, we'll dig a hole, and bury you so deep and cold.
We live for you, we die for you, National Embalming School.
Post mortem, post mortem, post mortem, autopsy we must have.
[Repeat]
Cut! Slash! Gash! Bleed! We must know the reason.
Glory how the body stinks! It must be out of season.
We live for you, we die for you, National Embalming School.