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I work for the streetcleaner |
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When the work day is done |
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I bring home some organs |
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For some late night necrophiliac fun... |
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I clean up the toll of the highway mishap |
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Blood and twisted steel are dnine |
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The gore in my hands will be smeared on my love |
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And the cadaver I carry will be mine |
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My lover and I are pathetic |
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Fellating the bones of the dead |
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Fornication with the remnants of the dismembered carcasses |
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Sodomizing the worm eaten head... |
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We bathe in the blood of the unlucky stiffs |
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Keep their eyes, tongues and brains in glass cases |
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Smear our naked writhing bodies in the grue and pus |
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Lick the rotted sinews from their mangled beaten faces |
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We are aroused and enticed, my lover and I, |
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By the sanguine stench of the deaceased |
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We writhe among piles of gelatinous dead flesh |
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And suck the hepatic tissue of the diseased |
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I'll procure the corpses 'til my storage shelves are full |
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I remove the fluids from your skull... |
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Jars of preservation fluids |
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Inhale the nauseating fumes |
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On the wall decaying |
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purulent corpses |
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Putrefying in my room... |
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I feel the clots on my face and skin |
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The carnage of the violently expelled |
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Masturbate with the blood of mutilated stiff |
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Explose with carnal joy among the entrails |
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Writhing an dwiggling in a bed full of death |
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My inhibitions existing no more |
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French kissing the skulls, the foetid breath |
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Making love to the cadaverous whore |
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We are psychotic, my lover and I |
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Only the sick couls share our delight |
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We take turns mounting the detestable stiff |
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Our moans continue through out the night... |
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The jellified skin running through my hands |
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The joy of arousal from the dead corpses touch |
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The necrotic thirst for unconcenable love |
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The love a corpse cannot give too much... |
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I'll procure the corpses 'til my storage shelves are full |
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I remove the fluids from your skull... |
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I work for the streetcleaner |
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And though it's never been said |
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It's fun to be paid |
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To dispose of the recently dead |
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The insane lust of the necrophile |
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A bizarre emotion that cannot be described |
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The thrill of violence and its horrible result |
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Creates an urge from which our sickness derives |
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Tonight we will indulge in forbidden delight |
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To quench our desires, it's what we must do |
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Beware if you drive on the highway tonight |
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The next cadaver we f**k might be you!!! |
