There will be no coffins 

When you and I die 

No consecrated ground 

A sin to end all sins 

And angels with scorched wings 

And if the thought of this stings 

Sorry god there's no coffins 

Just bloody jellies 

No coffins 

Just bloody jellies



Glance at the nice town 

See the war plan it owns 

There will be mass graves 

So I want my death-grant 

30 pounds in advance 

Buy now, don't leave to chance 

At least it's the final kill



No coffins, 

Just bloody jellies 

No coffins, 

Just bloody jellies



This, their creation 

To purify the planet 

A new beginning 

No, it's not destruction