Luyện nghe bài hát Choice Cuts

music - LaBarre
lyrics - Sewage

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

Graven goulash, make it
souffl, morbid matre d'

Gutted brewing... choice cuts
Ruptured spewing
Immature giblet pudding... choice
cooking

I'm the of the culinary profession
Preparing this for a meal
Served up with garnishes
A glaze congeals
Making use of my recipe
A myriad of to do the infant
dish stirring up my appetite
To in abortive devourement

Cleavers and whisks, my of dissection
A gas stove my crematory
The fridge acts as the juvenile's
In a kitchen so bloody and

The body carbonizes in my
The held in by sutures
Ingredients from an sac
The act of an obstetrical
Repeatedly in menstruation
set aside for a toast
The smoothe skin now crackles and burns
This will surely its growth

Graven goulash, it posh
Sanguine souffl, matre d'

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

on the dining room table
The is subjected to my fork
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 some

Candle-light flickers off my best
The silver's polished to a gleam
masticating post-martem abortions
I'm more civilized it may seem

Graven goulash, make it
Sanguine souffl, morbid d'