Vio-Lence - Calling in the Coroner

A fucking awesome song from Vio-Lence, from their debut album “Eternal Nightmare“. Crazy riffs and mad vocals. Enjoy! Vio-lence was a thrash metal band formed in 1985, that released a few demo tapes, one EP and 3 LPs between 1985 and 1993. After establishing a secure line-up with Phil Demmel and Robb Flynn on guitars, Dean Dell on bass, Perry Strickland on drums and Sean Killian on vocals, they released a demo tape on Mechanic Records in 1986 . Soon after releasing their demo tape they entered the studio to record their debut album, called Eternal Nightmare, a seven track album released in 1988. Eternal Nightmare suffered in lack of promotion despite being well accepted by the (thrash) audience and critics. Vio-lence has re-released its debut album Eternal Nightmare as a 2 disc set including rare tracks and a live concert. LYRICS: Calm collector of the waste I’ve come for the dead Cold my feelings cannot be traced There’s no need, no patients for there Muttering words, they are so few and forgotten So please do spare me This ain’t a church and I ain’t no priest So save it for the funeral to be Slice incision split your chest open autopsy Precise my thoughts they cannot be broken when brain-probing I’m calling out for the next cadaver don’t delay, no corpse decay And be swift, be quick with the scalpel This man is dead, he’s got only hell to pay An open-casket funeral for all to see The body staring at you, carcass of seams Our hat’s off to ya, coroner, a job well done the grieving proud of their funeral-faced son. Accidents just waiting to happen tragically Unstable mind’s continuously snapping on society Now I’m just here, a product of the country I’m dealing with the mess that surrounds me And you can see me on your public TV Sports jacket, cool tie, and wheeling out the body An open-casket funeral for all to see The body staring at you, carcass of seams Our hat’s off to ya, coroner, a job well done the grieving proud of their funeral-faced son. Distorted features as I picked him off the road His body mangled, it took ten hours for me to sew together Perfectly stitched sutured and closed And staring through glass eyes Just one more step for mother dear Her first glance she looks and crys CORONER CORONER - Pulse stops CORONER CORONER - You must call him CORONER CORONER - Deal in rot CORONER CORONER - Coroner Collect!