Cannonball Statman - The Virgin Mortician lyrics

In droves Materializing from all directions On twice volcanicized thrice frenetic avenues In homicidal evergreen tree idols Streets once devastated by smiles In d**h In birth In flawless execution In suicide In the virgin mortician's marathon mind In trash heap remains of his virginity In Virginia in New York in conspiracy As in He fought the law And it was a war The law is a broken record in the optical illusory record store And I'm in love With the way that he spoke With the crumple in his face And the cool in his fate And the clock in his stomach and the knuckles on his forehead And the blood on his teeth and the freeze in his brain And his breast in his breast The trash heap heap trash bang anti-paradiddle The lightning pricked my tongue my gun The smoke dribbled down his gun done done He was gone within a year, but everybody saw him Oh, you mean the virgin mortician? I mean the virgin mortician I'm in the virgin mortician I'm in the mortician