Caskets

Two tickets on a Chevrolet train I've got a suicide pact with your bane You can doubt any doubt any move that is made 'cause I'm putting the worries to page In a flash you'll be quick to react I'm a useful spade for the grave Collect calls to the shadow in town So what were the chances of saying You must remove the skin and burn it all for fuel Knock our teeth to improve how you look And you're using your tongue for a flag You look tired in you funeral suit There's caskets for all to be had Real estate cemetery, move over I'm useful as bones in the tomb Gas drinks for the shadow in town Because another record is due You must remove the skin and burn it all for fuel You must remove the skin and burn it all for fuel