Song | Diary of a nurse |
Artist | Pungent Stench |
Album | Masters Of Moral Servants Of Sin |
作词 : Rector Wank ... | |
Daddy's gone | |
left his spawn | |
he won't return before dawn | |
she's the nurse | |
she's perverse | |
by the end of night you'll need a hearse | |
trapped with this furious hag | |
the children start to cry | |
no rescue anywhere | |
they know they have to die | |
as she scents | |
excrements | |
she smears the shit with her hands | |
in their eyes | |
on their thighs | |
sharing that feast with the flies | |
their screams increase her lust | |
excite her hideous greed | |
the aspect of disgust | |
the pleasure to stampede | |
this is how the story goes | |
in it's entire glory | |
she takes off all her clothes | |
first she spreads her flabby butt | |
and makes them lick her twat | |
When her juices start to flow | |
she's reaching for her bag | |
to get her whetted hoe | |
ruthless is the attack | |
as the nanny begins to hack | |
children's blood got spilled tonight | |
body parts adorn the room | |
what a vision of delight | |
with her long finger nails | |
she rips out their entrails | |
now that her work is done | |
there's no more screaming | |
she had a lot of fun | |
now comes the cleaning | |
she picks the children up | |
slowly and placid | |
dissolves their corpses in | |
sulfuric acid | |
the sun comes up and she has to scoot | |
before the cops embark the pursuit | |
inside her head the memories remain | |
of all these naughty kids she had slain |
zuò cí : Rector Wank ... | |
Daddy' s gone | |
left his spawn | |
he won' t return before dawn | |
she' s the nurse | |
she' s perverse | |
by the end of night you' ll need a hearse | |
trapped with this furious hag | |
the children start to cry | |
no rescue anywhere | |
they know they have to die | |
as she scents | |
excrements | |
she smears the shit with her hands | |
in their eyes | |
on their thighs | |
sharing that feast with the flies | |
their screams increase her lust | |
excite her hideous greed | |
the aspect of disgust | |
the pleasure to stampede | |
this is how the story goes | |
in it' s entire glory | |
she takes off all her clothes | |
first she spreads her flabby butt | |
and makes them lick her twat | |
When her juices start to flow | |
she' s reaching for her bag | |
to get her whetted hoe | |
ruthless is the attack | |
as the nanny begins to hack | |
children' s blood got spilled tonight | |
body parts adorn the room | |
what a vision of delight | |
with her long finger nails | |
she rips out their entrails | |
now that her work is done | |
there' s no more screaming | |
she had a lot of fun | |
now comes the cleaning | |
she picks the children up | |
slowly and placid | |
dissolves their corpses in | |
sulfuric acid | |
the sun comes up and she has to scoot | |
before the cops embark the pursuit | |
inside her head the memories remain | |
of all these naughty kids she had slain |