Body of Work

Dark theatrical Broadway-pop fusion, 120 BPM, Key of D minor, modulating to E♭ minor, Chords: Dm–Bb–F–A, Full orchestration: brass, strings, marching drums, upright piano, theremin, accordion, and cabaret percussion, Layered musical vocals with dramatic dynamics, ensemble harmonies, and show-stopping swells, Clean mix with lush theatrical flair and gothic swing

V4.5+

[Verse 1 – Bouncy tuba and harpsichord vamp, staccato woodwinds flutter]
Tiptoe past the granite gate,
Lantern lit, it’s getting late
Down we go with pick and grin,
Into sin, let's dig right in! (Ha!)

Silk-lined suits and shattered crowns,
Ivory bones in muddy gowns
Every tomb’s a treasure chest,
And darling, I like to loot the best!

[burlesque sax slide with rimshot]

[Pre-Chorus – Swell of strings, snare rolls into waltz-like swing]
It's not theft, it's... reallocation!
A touch of flair, some restoration
You’d be surprised how chic they stay
In formaldehyde and soft decay!

[Chorus – Full brass stabs, chorus vocals join, fast kickdrum & cymbal crashes]
‘Cause I’ve got a 
BODY OF WORK!
Every limb a lurid perk!
You see the rot, I see design,
A masterpiece in femur spine!
Oh I’ve got a
 BODY OF WORK
Morbid, mad, and full of quirk!
From crypt to cart, I make dead art,
It’s showbiz oh, be still my heart!
(Be still all the hearts, really...)

[Double snare hit and ascending horns into next verse]

[Verse 2 – Xylophone, pizzicato, theremin under melody]
Jack the jaw with golden thread,
Embalm the palm of something dead
One man’s corpse is my couture,
Avant-garde and... mostly pure.

Stuffed a duke with lace and charm,
Pull taut a soldier, now disarmed—
They don’t complain, they never yelp,
It's like they know I'm here to help.
(...help myself that is...)

[Pre-Chorus – High string tremolo + modulating organ swirls]
I craft,
 I pose,
 I resurrect,
With the devil’s glue and grave respect
So hold your gasp,
 just watch me go,
With toe tags lined in indigo-go-go!

[Brief silence, then trumpet trill leads into chorus]

[Chorus – Bigger choir, snares roll, brass crescendo]
‘Cause I’ve got a 
BODY OF WORK!
Every eye a haunted quirk!
You see a ghoul, I see a muse!
I stitch and twist, I never lose
Oh I’ve got a 
BODY OF WORK
Dark delights and graveyard smirk!
With flair for the vile that earns applause,
I make the stiffs obey my laws!

[Bridge – Slow, minor-key ballad section with piano + cello]
Could call it crime—
But it's all the rage.
Play the xylophone 
On a man's rib cage.
Oh bones may break,
And skin may pale...
But every crack can be hidden
Behind the veil!

[Final Chorus – FULL BAND, key change to E♭ minor, gospel-style choir, snare flams]

YES!
I’ve got a 
BODY OF WORK!
Drenched in death, but damn it—jerk!
You’ll never match my corpse couture,
I sculpt, 
I sing, 
I sin for sure!
So praise my
 BODY OF WORK
Rotting chic with one last smirk!
From crypt to crown, I run this town,
I’m six feet deep—but wear the crown!

"Thank you, thank you.
... I’ll see you all in the afterlife...
Your afterlife anyway..."

[quick powerful instrumental sting that rises and drops]

COME JOIN
MY BODY
Oooooooh

[Instrumental crash to end]

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[Intro – Whispered over eerie pizzicato strings & distant thunder roll] Midnight clicks, the spade is primed, A little mischief, oh so finely timed… [sudden chromatic violin sweep] Curtains rise on a grave divine... [Verse 1 – Bouncy tuba and harpsichord vamp, staccato woodwinds flutter] Tiptoe past the granite gate, Lantern lit, it’s getting late Down we go with pick and grin, Into sin, let's dig right in! (Ha!) Silk-lined suits and shattered crowns, Ivory bones in muddy gowns Every tomb’s a treasure chest, And darling, I like to loot the best! [burlesque sax slide with rimshot] [Pre-Chorus – Swell of strings, snare rolls into waltz-like swing] It's not theft, it's... reallocation! A touch of flair, some restoration You’d be surprised how chic they stay In formaldehyde and soft decay! [Chorus – Full brass stabs, chorus vocals join, fast kickdrum & cymbal crashes] ‘Cause I’ve got a BODY OF WORK! Every limb a lurid perk! You see the rot, I see design, A masterpiece in femur spine! Oh I’ve got a BODY OF WORK Morbid, mad, and full of quirk! From crypt to cart, I make dead art, It’s showbiz oh, be still my heart! (Be still all the hearts, really...) [Double snare hit and ascending horns into next verse] [Verse 2 – Xylophone, pizzicato, theremin under melody] Jack the jaw with golden thread, Embalm the palm of something dead One man’s corpse is my couture, Avant-garde and... mostly pure. Stuffed a duke with lace and charm, Pull taut a soldier, now disarmed— They don’t complain, they never yelp, It's like they know I'm here to help. (...help myself that is...) [Pre-Chorus – High string tremolo + modulating organ swirls] I craft, I pose, I resurrect, With the devil’s glue and grave respect So hold your gasp, just watch me go, With toe tags lined in indigo-go-go! [Brief silence, then trumpet trill leads into chorus] [Chorus – Bigger choir, snares roll, brass crescendo] ‘Cause I’ve got a BODY OF WORK! Every eye a haunted quirk! You see a ghoul, I see a muse! I stitch and twist, I never lose Oh I’ve got a BODY OF WORK Dark delights and graveyard smirk! With flair for the vile that earns applause, I make the stiffs obey my laws! [Bridge – Slow, minor-key ballad section with piano + cello] Could call it crime— But it's all the rage. Play the xylophone On a man's rib cage. Oh bones may break, And skin may pale... But every crack can be hidden Behind the veil! [Final Chorus – FULL BAND, key change to E♭ minor, gospel-style choir, snare flams] YES! I’ve got a BODY OF WORK! Drenched in death, but damn it—jerk! You’ll never match my corpse couture, I sculpt, I sing, I sin for sure! So praise my BODY OF WORK Rotting chic with one last smirk! From crypt to crown, I run this town, I’m six feet deep—but wear the crown! "Thank you, thank you. ... I’ll see you all in the afterlife... Your afterlife anyway..." [quick powerful instrumental sting that rises and drops] COME JOIN MY BODY Oooooooh [Instrumental crash to end]

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