| Song | Fista Corps |
| Artist | Zimmer's Hole |
| Album | When You Were Shouting at the Devil |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Who says there is no use for the dearly departed | |
| Just make a fist and the party has started | |
| Show appreciation for the dead | |
| They never complain about giving head | |
| Fista Corps | |
| Fits your hand just like a glove | |
| Now embrace that necro love | |
| Nothing finer than rotten vagina | |
| Oh how sweet, the rancid meat | |
| Fista Corps | |
| And now sweet corpse, one last caress | |
| As I fondle a putrid breast | |
| Now you fist bang the open vag-anus | |
| Just kick the bucket, and we'll make ya famous | |
| Fista Corps |