[Intro] (Industrial sounds) [Verse 1] In the county of Noble where the bodies are stacked The crematory's broke and the undertaker's whacked The dogs are well fed on the corpse remains And the smell is enough to drive a man insane [Chorus] We're The O.N.U. The O.N.U. The dead don't care so we say fuck you The O.N.U. The O.N.U. Ya gotta be sick to be in this crew [Verse 2] Grandma and grandpa can go in the back On top of aunt Jill and uncle Mack The body sludge oozes from beneath the doors Time to buy a new shed to stack 50 or more [Chorus] We're The O.N.U. The O.N.U. The dead don't care so we say fuck you The O.N.U. The O.N.U. Ya gotta be sick to be in this crew [Bridge] The urns are all filled with ashes of trash Now should we label them Lilly or uncle Nash After five or six years and over 300 stiffs Now the stuff of legends and urban myths [Chorus] We're The O.N.U. The O.N.U. The dead don't care so we say fuck you The O.N.U. The O.N.U. The dead don't care so we say FUCK YOU!!! [Outro] (Cheerleader style gang vocals