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!