Luyện nghe bài hát Choice Cuts

music - Andrew
- Ross Sewage

Parasitic buried in a womb
Another being for our abuses
To mankind, it need not grow up
When it has such nutritional uses

goulash, make it posh
Sanguine souffl, morbid d'

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

I'm the ghoul of the profession
Preparing toddler for a meal
Served up with ghastly
A lividinous glaze
Making use of my recipe
A myriad of to do the infant
Each stirring up my appetite
To engage in devourement

Cleavers and whisks, my tools of
A gas stove my crematory
The fridge acts as the morgue
In a kitchen so bloody and

The body in my oven
The stuffing held in by
Ingredients an embrionic sac
The act of an obstetrical
Repeatedly in menstruation
Endometrium set for a toast
The once smoothe skin now crackles and
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 to my fork
As I consume the first
I in my toil and work
I clean my of all its dressings
on all the putrid gore
Merely whetting my taste
I am disposed to fix up some

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

Graven goulash, make it
souffl, morbid matre d'