Ashes

I smell something burning... it's us

Sausage lips and greasy tips

It's that sweet fried pork

Spitting on the spit, spitting on the spit

You can't stem the blood and fire

By squeezing it in your hand

I've got the desire, I've got the desire

My hair is on fire

Ashes to ashes

My blood is boiling

I've got the stiff stand straight up my ass

Smell the gas, smell the sewer gas

You can't stoke the coals

Without a couple of third degree burns

Her the wheels of industry turn, turn, turn

My ass is burning

Ashes to ashes

Fire burn low, down we go

This little piggy went to the market

This little piggy stayed home

This little piggy had roasted beef

This little piggy had none

Break out the fire arms, let's do some harm

Rake the pit for the remnants, get it all

Back up the truck, we've got to get our ashes hauled

Ashes to ashes

Fire burn low, down we goes