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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 From Letras Mania