Luyện nghe bài hát Choice Cuts

music - LaBarre
lyrics - Ross

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

goulash, make it posh
Sanguine souffl, matre d'

Gutted entrails brewing... choice
Ruptured spewing
Immature giblet pudding... cuts
Infanticidal

I'm the ghoul of the profession
Preparing this for a meal
Served up with garnishes
A lividinous glaze
Making use of my recipe
A of ways to do the infant
Each stirring up my appetite
To engage in 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 in my oven
The held in by sutures
Ingredients an embrionic sac
The act of an butcher
basted in menstruation
Endometrium set for a toast
The once smoothe skin now and burns
will surely stunt its growth

Graven goulash, make it
Sanguine souffl, morbid d'

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

Prone on the dining room
The babe is subjected to my
As I consume the helpings
I delight in my toil and
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 best
The silver's been to a gleam
Despite post-martem abortions
I'm more civilized it may seem

goulash, make it posh
Sanguine souffl, matre d'