Vio-Lence

Calm collector of the waste
I've come for the dead
Cold, my feelings cannot be traced
There's no need, no patients for there
Muttering words, they are so few and forgotten
So please do spare me
This ain't a church and I ain't no priest
So save it for the funeral to be
Slice incision, split your chest open, autopsy
Precise, my thoughts they cannot be broken
when brain-probing
I'm calling out for the next cadaver
Don't delay, no corpse decay
And be swift, be quick with the scalpel
This man is dead, he's got only Hell to pay
(Chorus)
An open-casket funeral for all to see
The body staring at you, carcass of seams
Our hat's off to ya, Coroner, a job well done
The grieving proud of their funeral-faced son.