Know something about this song or lyrics? Add it to our wiki.
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 hairs 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 ass
Smell the gas, smell the sewer gas
You can't stoke the coals
Without a couple of third degree burns
Hear the wheels of industry turn, turn, turn
My ass is burning

Ashes to ashes
Ashes to ashes
Ashes to ashes
Ashes to ashes
Fire burn low, down we go
Fire burn low, down we go

This little piggy went to market,
This little piggy stayed home.
This little piggy had roast 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 get our ashes hauled

Ashes to ashes
Ashes to ashes
Ashes to ashes
Ashes to ashes
Fire burn low, down we go
Fire burn low, down we go


Lyrics submitted by joelm

Ashes song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top
explain