Foil and Fire (The Incinerator Song)

Verse 1 (The Luxury Moment) (Spoken, fast, almost sneering) Gold-lined box, a velvet tray, My "limited edition," right before I stray. A sweet, dark promise, melt-in-the-mouth, it's true, But the cardboard coffin is bigger than a canoe! Cellophane shroud, a plastic grin, Is this the price of where I begin? Chorus (The Incinerator Hook) (Pounding drums, main riff) FOIL! AND FIRE! That little crinkle, taking me higher! Two weeks it waits, a bin-bag crime, Then off to the furnace, doing its time! Burn it up! Burn it up! WtE! Tell me, tell me, am I free?   Verse 2 (The Tiny Culprit) I peel the wrapper, a silvery sheet, Aluminium gleam on a holiday treat. A half-inch square, a precious little speck, Straight to the black bin, what the heck? Tin-foil called? No, not today! It’s an alloy kiss on its way! Fortnight cycle, dump and drive, Where is the meaning to keep me alive? Bridge (The Guilt & The Question) (Tempo slows slightly, bass line prominent, vocals more desperate) I saved the card! I did my part! But this tiny metal breaks my heart! Is the energy gained from that fiery blast, Worth the resources we threw so fast? The magnet pulls, the eddy current spins, Can they snatch this silver from my consumer sins?   Chorus (The Incinerator Hook) (Back to full speed, loudest possible) FOIL! AND FIRE! That little crinkle, taking me higher! Two weeks it waits, a bin-bag crime, Then off to the furnace, doing its time! Burn it up! Burn it up! WtE! Tell me, tell me, am I free? Outro (Fade out on feedback and repeated line) Save the foil! Save the foil! (screaming) Nah! Off to the ash pile! ASH PILE!