Song | Mortuary love affair |
Artist | Pungent Stench |
Album | Masters Of Moral Servants Of Sin |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Rector Wank ... | |
the smell of death seasons the air | |
tonight's the night to leave my darksome lair | |
the mortuary is my goal | |
I have this craving for some rotten hole | |
excitement grasps my sickened brain | |
and violent throbs my testicular vein | |
I might be one repulsive creep | |
doing what I do when everyone's asleep | |
caress the sallow skin | |
and taste the cavernous eyes with my tongue | |
I like it when they perished young | |
as an anal type of guy | |
I know those dead assholes tend to be dry | |
so I brought a tube of K-Y | |
I screw her all night long | |
impale her anus and cunt with my dong | |
and suck on her tits all along | |
right after I am done | |
I grab my carving knife for some more fun | |
for I am just my father's son | |
I slit her stomach and her bum | |
truncate her torso 'til my arms feel numb | |
My work is done when she is sliced | |
I leave her disgraced body vandalized |
zuo ci : Rector Wank ... | |
the smell of death seasons the air | |
tonight' s the night to leave my darksome lair | |
the mortuary is my goal | |
I have this craving for some rotten hole | |
excitement grasps my sickened brain | |
and violent throbs my testicular vein | |
I might be one repulsive creep | |
doing what I do when everyone' s asleep | |
caress the sallow skin | |
and taste the cavernous eyes with my tongue | |
I like it when they perished young | |
as an anal type of guy | |
I know those dead assholes tend to be dry | |
so I brought a tube of KY | |
I screw her all night long | |
impale her anus and cunt with my dong | |
and suck on her tits all along | |
right after I am done | |
I grab my carving knife for some more fun | |
for I am just my father' s son | |
I slit her stomach and her bum | |
truncate her torso ' til my arms feel numb | |
My work is done when she is sliced | |
I leave her disgraced body vandalized |
zuò cí : Rector Wank ... | |
the smell of death seasons the air | |
tonight' s the night to leave my darksome lair | |
the mortuary is my goal | |
I have this craving for some rotten hole | |
excitement grasps my sickened brain | |
and violent throbs my testicular vein | |
I might be one repulsive creep | |
doing what I do when everyone' s asleep | |
caress the sallow skin | |
and taste the cavernous eyes with my tongue | |
I like it when they perished young | |
as an anal type of guy | |
I know those dead assholes tend to be dry | |
so I brought a tube of KY | |
I screw her all night long | |
impale her anus and cunt with my dong | |
and suck on her tits all along | |
right after I am done | |
I grab my carving knife for some more fun | |
for I am just my father' s son | |
I slit her stomach and her bum | |
truncate her torso ' til my arms feel numb | |
My work is done when she is sliced | |
I leave her disgraced body vandalized |