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 hairs on fire
Ashes to ashes
Ashes to ashes
Ashes to ashes
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
Hear the wheels of industry turn, turn, turn
My ass is burning
Ashes to ashes
Ashes to ashes
Ashes to ashes
Ashes to ashes
Fire burn low, down we go
Fire burn low, down we go
This little piggy went to market,
This little piggy stayed home.
This little piggy had roast beef,
This little piggy had none.
Break out the firearms, let's do some harm
Rake the pit for the remnants, get it all
Back up that truck, we've got to get our ashes hauled
Ashes to ashes
Ashes to ashes
Ashes to ashes
Ashes to ashes
Fire burn low, down we go
Fire burn low, down we go