by Wax Mannequin

Every song is a kind of prayer
Every prayer is a kind of advertising jingle
Every jingle is a kind of epitaph
Song-prayer, volcano god

/ Am - / Dm Am / G C / E Am /

They say he has an invisible hand
Builds up the wealth of nations
But the hand that I see every day
Takes away, takes away

    {refrain}
    Volcano god, volcano god
    Which one of my treasures will you take from me today?

    / Dm Am / E Am /

    Volcano god, volcano god
    I praise you with my screams as I watch them fall away

When Spartacus was up on his cross
I bet you that he had no illusions
Of what he was an advertisement for
As he sang out his last song-prayer

    {refrain}

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    Volcano god, volcano god
    Your appetite grows stronger with each morsel that you're fed
    Volcano god, volcano god
    I praise you with my screams 'til you decide to make me dead

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Amen