standing alone waiting for the elevator to take you anywhere but here

tapping your foot to the crematorium blues

psychotically chattering

incoherently mouthing the words

just bopping along

the jet blue flames hissing their song

you slide the bodies in

you pull the ashes out

you drop the metal disc in

and you scream from existential doubt

you nearly burn your retinas watching through the tempered glass

no one can hear you shout

hey

i got the crematorium blues something bad

feel em in my soul momma

can you burn a soul momma

slide em in whole momma

cracking from the pressure momma

losing something with every button press

it’s the crematorium blues baby

it’s the latest dance craze baby

i’m going insane baby

you’re not my baby baby

these guilty feet don’t have rhythm

they just steal steps from the recently distressed

they move on their own

i’m locked in the zone

the crematorium blues got me feeling low

low

low

low

and i don’t know

don’t know what time it is

they keep me locked in this basement

haven’t seen the sun in so long

feeling so cold

so out of control

so lost in this hole

shaking fingers filling out little cards

fifty two card pick up

halt this is a stick up

i’m not dancing i’m convulsing

stop clapping

i’m not dancing i’m convulsing

it’s my natural rhythm

lost in a schism

the crematorium blues momma

i’ll never be whole

i’ll never be whole

i’ll never be home

i’ll never go home