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 hair's 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 a** Smell the gas, smell the sewer gas You can't stoke the coals Without a couple third degree burns Hear the wheels of industry turn, turn, turn My a** is burning Ashes to ashes Ashes to ashes Ashes to ashes Ashes to ashes Oh. did you.. maybe.. huh? Fire burn low, down we go This little piggy went to the market This little piggy stayed home This little piggy had roasted 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, got to Got to get our ashes hauled Ashes to ashes Ashes to ashes Got to-Get the children Get out-Play it-Can you smell I hear the fire Can you hear that.. Noise! Fire burn low, down we go