Luyện nghe bài hát Choice Cuts

music - Andrew
- Ross Sewage

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

Graven goulash, make it
Sanguine souffl, matre d'

Gutted entrails brewing... choice
Ruptured pustules
Immature pudding... choice cuts
Infanticidal

I'm the ghoul of the culinary
Preparing this toddler for a
Served up with garnishes
A glaze congeals
Making use of my recipe
A myriad of ways to do the
Each stirring up my appetite
To engage in abortive

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

The carbonizes in my oven
The held in by sutures
from an embrionic sac
The act of an obstetrical
Repeatedly basted in
set aside for a toast
The once smoothe skin now and burns
This surely stunt its growth

Graven goulash, it posh
Sanguine souffl, matre d'

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

Prone on the room table
The is subjected to my fork
As I the first helpings
I delight in my toil and
I clean my of all its dressings
Grazing on all the putrid
Merely whetting my taste
I am to fix up some more

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

Graven goulash, it posh
Sanguine souffl, morbid d'