Calm collector of the waste
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I've come for the dead
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Cold my feelings cannot be traced
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There's no need, no patients for there
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Muttering words, they are so few and forgotten
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So please do spare me
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This ain't a church and I ain't no priest
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So save it for the funeral to be
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Slice incision split your chest open autopsy
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Precise my thoughts they cannot be broken
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when brain-probing
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I'm calling out for the next cadaver
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son't delay, no corpse decay
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And be swift, be quick with the scalpel
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This man is dead, he's got only hell to pay
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[Chorus]
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An open-casket funeral for all to see
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The body staring at you, carcass of seams
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Our hat's off to ya, coroner, a job well done
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the grieving proud of their funeral-faced son.
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Accidents just waiting to happen tragically
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Unstable mind's continuously snapping on society
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Now I'm just here, a product of the country
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I'm dealing with the mess that surrounds me
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And you can see me on your public TV
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Sports jacket, cool tie, and wheeling out the body
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[CHORUS]
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Distorted features as I picked him off the road
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His body mangled, it took ten hours for me to sew together
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Perfectly stitched sutured and closed
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And staring through glass eyes
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Just one more step for mother dear
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Her first glance she looks and crys
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CORONER CORONER - Pulse stops
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CORONER CORONER - You must call him
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CORONER CORONER - Deal in rot
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CORONER CORONER - Coroner Collect!
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Calling In The Coroner
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Vio-Lence |