ترانه:
Acid Bath The Mortician Flame

get old I heard you on the telephone moaning my doom a cold woman will kill me in a darkened room the chain-saw smile of the mortician shines I still

is on the stick stir my pain with an ice pick pick, pick, pick pick, pick, pick pick, pick, pick the chain-saw smile of the mortician shines I still

get old I heard you on the telephone moaning my doom a cold woman will kill me in a darkened room the chain-saw smile of the mortici- an shines I