Ashes to ashes,dust to dust when the lord bringeth wrath a knutt do i bust,ye i love it when he smiteth,i say it is the best,ye i rock ye olde lingo with a cross upon my chest,i be rollin thru your town in a cap and gown and i never stop to clown and im always wearing brown, bangin a church organ sound, incense burnin to the ground, come get the crusades my child thats how i get down, when im hangin at the mission, i be gettin holy visions, make no heretical decision, hell is another prison