Altar of the damned
Water flows, water is aware
There are fish in the water
Wheels of the cars spin
The damned ride them
The altar in the bathroom
Calls all the damned
They need to be shaved
They need to take a bath
A Gypsy camp rides
From place to place
The damned pay them
With paper and souls
And sun shines like paradise
Makes all hot like hell
The damned wait for death
Their coffins are ready