One minute and thirty six seconds closer to smoke from the crematorium

One minute and thirty six seconds closer to smoke from the crematorium Lyrics

Got my corpse paint on in the woods with my tape of "I want the one I can't have" Recorded about fifty f**kin times in my walkman to stay, cuz it's my nightmare matinee today, but pray let's not make this into a lip service, okay? Or a church service play, cuz funeral's serve us for an extended stay. Return policy holders candle lights cold shoulders' descents towards early graves. Candle light mass graves on Christmas this may.