| Spontaneous Human Combustion |
| Poof, there goes another one |
| A raging fire, a funeral pyre |
| An unexpected cremation |
| They were kissing in a crowded mall |
| When they burst right into flames |
| Charcoal bricquets in thirty seconds |
| Their last words -- each other’s names |
| Did they have a deep seated problem? |
| Was this their farewell? |
| Did they cause themselves to ignite |
| Leaving that awful smell? |
| Spontaneous Human Combustion |
| Poof, there goes another one |
| A raging fire, a funeral pyre |
| An unexpected cremation |
| She was walking on Rodeo Drive |
| She exploded with a flash |
| The police had no explanation |
| Their only clue -- a pile of ash |
| Did her Visa card reach its limit |
| On that shopping spree? |
| Did she blow her top when she read |
| «Buy one -- get one free»? |
| Spontaneous Human Combustion |
| Poof, there goes another one |
| A raging fire, a funeral pyre |
| An unexpected cremation |
| Is it passion, is it heartburn? |
| Is it the wrath of god? |
| Maybe it’s friction in the bloodstream |
| Starts a fire in your bod? |
| Is it caused by stress or frustration? |
| Or by what you eat? |
| Never snack on cabbage and wasabe |
| You’ll get smoking feet |
| Spontaneous Human Combustion |
| Poof, there goes another one |
| A raging fire, a funeral pyre |
| An unexpected cremation |