I just stood and watched as they uncovered a thousand graves
As they burned a thousand withered corpses with no names
I just stood and watched as they fell to the ground foaming at their mouths
As they were consumed in the bleakness of their own wandering doubts
The mortician, with one finger up his nose and the other on the trigger of his gun
Said to me: "Let's go down a little ways south, just you and me, and have some fun"
I just stood there as burned down a thousand churches and made love on the ashes
The noise they made, that unholy rhythm pulsating in tandem with their filthy auras
I just stood and watched as they rose from the ashes and began to swear
As they spoke the stars began to fall, led to earth by their unbridled fanfare
The mortician, with one hand on my shoulder and other holding his knife
Said to: "Why doesn't a pretty boy like you have a nice pretty wife?"
I just stood and watched as they crawled through the mud shouting obscenities
As they tried their hardest to keep a straight face as they laid ruin to cities
I just stood and watched as they spat in the face of the fallen and bruised
As they drooled over her body I knew the wolf was watching unamused
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