| ashes to ashes, dust to dust
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| what a waste for a body like yours
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| the absurdity of burials, racks my brain
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| all those valuable corpses, why should stay unused?
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| for god your soul… for me your flesh
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| your mortal remains, are too good for hungry maggots
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| that’s why I dig you out from your last resting place
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| I hope it’s not too late, because it’ll be a pity
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| if the decomposition already has advanced
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| for god your soul… for me your flesh
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| for god your soul, for me your flesh
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| I think it is a fair bargain
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| for me your flesh, for me your bones
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| for me your brain and your entrails
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| I’ll prepare you, you got my word of honor
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| you’ll look nearly alive
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| ashes to ashes, dust to dust
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| don’t worry, I’ll prevent it |