Impaled - Choice Cuts Lyrics
music - Andrew LaBarrelyrics - Ross SewageParasitic worm buried in a wombAnother being born for our abusesTo serve mankind, it need not grow upWhen inherently it has such nutritional usesGraven goulash, make it poshSanguine souffl, morbid matre d'Gutted entrails brewing... choice cutsRuptured pustules spewingImmature giblet pudding... choice cutsInfanticidal cookingI'm the ghoul of the culinary professionPreparing this toddler for a mealServed up with ghastly garnishesA lividinous glaze congealsMaking use of my recipe selectionA myriad of ways to do the infantEach dish stirring up my appetiteTo engage in abortive devourementCleavers and whisks, my tools of dissectionA gas powered stove my crematoryThe fridge acts as the juvenile's morgueIn a kitchen so bloody and goryThe body carbonizes in my ovenThe stuffing held in by suturesIngredients from an embrionic sacThe act of an obstetrical butcherRepeatedly basted in menstruationEndometrium set aside for a toastThe once smoothe skin now crackles and burnsThis will surely stunt its growthGraven goulash, make it poshSanguine souffl, morbid matre d'(solo: "The Other White Meat" by A.S. LaBarre)Prone on the dining room tableThe babe is subjected to my forkAs I consume the first helpingsI delight in my toil and workI clean my plate of all its dressingsGrazing on all the putrid goreMerely whetting my taste budsI am disposed to fix up some moreCandle-light flickers off my best chinaThe silver's been polished to a gleamDespite masticating post-martem abortionsI'm more civilized than it may seemGraven goulash, make it poshSanguine souffl, morbid matre d'
