Luyện nghe bài hát Choice Cuts

music - Andrew
lyrics - Sewage

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

goulash, make it posh
Sanguine souffl, matre d'

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

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

Cleavers and whisks, my of dissection
A gas powered my crematory
The fridge as the juvenile's morgue
In a kitchen so and gory

The body in my oven
The stuffing held in by
from an embrionic sac
The act of an obstetrical
Repeatedly in menstruation
set aside for a toast
The smoothe skin now crackles and burns
This surely stunt its growth

Graven goulash, it posh
Sanguine souffl, morbid d'

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

on the dining room table
The babe is subjected to my
As I the first helpings
I in my toil and work
I clean my plate of all its
Grazing on all the gore
Merely my taste buds
I am disposed to fix up more

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

Graven goulash, it posh
souffl, morbid matre d'