Luyện nghe bài hát Choice Cuts

music - LaBarre
lyrics - Ross

worm buried in a womb
Another born for our abuses
To serve mankind, it need not up
When inherently it has nutritional uses

Graven goulash, it posh
Sanguine souffl, morbid d'

Gutted entrails brewing... cuts
Ruptured pustules
Immature giblet pudding... choice
cooking

I'm the ghoul of the culinary
this toddler for a meal
Served up with ghastly
A lividinous glaze
Making use of my selection
A myriad of ways to do the
Each stirring up my appetite
To engage in abortive

Cleavers and whisks, my of dissection
A gas powered stove my
The fridge as the juvenile's morgue
In a kitchen so and gory

The body in my oven
The held in by sutures
from an embrionic sac
The act of an obstetrical
Repeatedly basted in
Endometrium set aside for a
The once skin now crackles and burns
This will stunt its growth

goulash, make it posh
Sanguine souffl, morbid d'

(solo: "The Other Meat" by A.S. LaBarre)

on the dining room table
The babe is subjected to my
As I the first helpings
I in my toil and work
I clean my of all its dressings
on all the putrid gore
Merely whetting my buds
I am disposed to fix up more

Candle-light flickers off my china
The silver's been to a gleam
Despite post-martem abortions
I'm more civilized than it may

goulash, make it posh
Sanguine souffl, morbid d'