Luyện nghe bài hát Choice Cuts

music - Andrew
lyrics - Ross

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

Graven goulash, make it
Sanguine souffl, matre d'

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

I'm the ghoul of the culinary
Preparing this for a meal
up with ghastly garnishes
A lividinous glaze
use of my recipe selection
A of ways to do the infant
Each dish up my appetite
To engage in devourement

Cleavers and whisks, my of dissection
A gas stove my crematory
The fridge as the juvenile's morgue
In a so bloody 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 crackles and
This will stunt its growth

Graven goulash, make it
Sanguine souffl, matre d'

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

Prone on the dining room
The babe is to my fork
As I consume the helpings
I delight in my toil and
I clean my plate of all its
on all the putrid gore
Merely whetting my buds
I am to fix up some more

flickers off my best china
The silver's been polished to a
masticating post-martem abortions
I'm more civilized than it may

goulash, make it posh
Sanguine souffl, morbid d'