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 |