Luyện nghe bài hát Choice Cuts

music - Andrew
lyrics - Sewage

Parasitic worm in a womb
being born for our abuses
To mankind, it need not grow up
inherently it has such nutritional uses

Graven goulash, it posh
Sanguine souffl, morbid d'

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

I'm the of the culinary profession
Preparing toddler for a meal
Served up with garnishes
A lividinous glaze
use of my recipe selection
A myriad of ways to do the
Each dish 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 and gory

The carbonizes in my oven
The stuffing in by sutures
Ingredients from an sac
The act of an obstetrical
Repeatedly in menstruation
set aside for a toast
The once smoothe skin now and burns
This will surely its growth

Graven goulash, make it
Sanguine souffl, matre d'

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

Prone on the dining table
The is subjected to my fork
As I consume the first
I delight in my toil and
I clean my plate of all its
Grazing on all the gore
Merely whetting my taste
I am disposed to fix up some

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

Graven goulash, it posh
Sanguine souffl, matre d'