When the day has gone to sleep
two and two they walk the streets
Shadows lurk as widows weep
claiming there´s a wolf among the sheep
Walk the street of rue morgue
it leads you straight to the morgue
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murderer in the rue morgue

Last night´s loss goes in repeat
empty streets and blood stained sheets
The girls are either scared or scarred
a nail in the coffin for the whore-house of cards

Walk the street of rue morgue
it leads you straight to the morgue...
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murderer in the rue morgue