Well the coal black sea waits for me me me The coal black sea waits forever The waves hit the shore Crying more more more But the coal black sea waits
The Cremation of Sam McGee The Cremation of Sam McGee (Robert W. Service) There are strange things done 'neath the midnight sun by the men who moil
Wasted life now gone to hell Perfect child was left to dwell Destined to fight, destined to kill Infant at birth was born to kill Which will it be
Incinerator, what have you done this time? I heard the air raid siren go off To settle attraction, you like to subdivide Don't you want shelter from your
Skeletons built to last in concrete Like tombstones in these barren lands Standing so strong in reflection Against the pale grey sky These suburbs are
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Long distance information, ring me 608 Laughing at the other end get me my prescription, come and walk my dog please get me anything You can't seal fate
Early one morning while making my rounds I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my baby down I shot her down and then I went to bed I stuck that lovin' Forty
Wanna see you in my rearview mirror Out on the freeway freeway Nobody said it would be easy Freeway freeway Take me back to I can't change the time and
Floatin' down the river With a saturated liver And I thought I would forgive her But I do believe she meant it When she told me to forget it And I bet
Oh the west Where the men were mean The women were scarce And the sheep were mighty nervous You know I'm just a cowboy But I got no place to go There'
I am incinerator, I have nothin' to lose Right hand of the creator today Feels all right, oh I am incinerator, I owe nothin' to you I stand on the equator
A massive sea of unending graves Dark angel of war descend Cold rivers of blood still flow, and they flow! Disincarnate their skulls Let maggots consume Incineration
Hellfire's blazing Through the unpure night Churches left in ashes Consumed by Satan's might Thunder and lightening Flames reaching for the sky This
, Body reduced to blackened charcoal, The bowels of hell aren't this hot, Cremation does away with rot, Tissues melt into burning muck, Incinerated...
Undertones of horror Are in the ring of freedom Turn down the television And listen for the hungry army With a hand to feed them don't ignore the
done Merciless - Till the last one dropped - No life Enlarging - Cemetery of souls - Reveals Solitude - For everyone - Deprived Terminus - The chambers of incineration
pieces Portions of sectioned bowels full of fetid feces Septic wastes from the morgue must be eliminated Piles of putrefying remains will be incinerated