Luyện nghe bài hát Choice Cuts

music - LaBarre
lyrics - Sewage

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

Graven goulash, make it
Sanguine souffl, morbid d'

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

I'm the of the culinary profession
Preparing this for a meal
up with ghastly garnishes
A glaze congeals
use of my recipe selection
A myriad of ways to do the
Each dish up my appetite
To in abortive devourement

and whisks, my tools of dissection
A gas powered my crematory
The fridge acts as the juvenile's
In a so bloody and gory

The carbonizes in my oven
The stuffing held in by
Ingredients an embrionic sac
The act of an obstetrical
Repeatedly basted in
Endometrium set for a toast
The once smoothe skin now crackles and
This will surely stunt its

goulash, make 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 delight in my and work
I clean my of all its dressings
Grazing on all the putrid
Merely whetting my taste
I am disposed to fix up more

flickers off my best china
The silver's polished to a gleam
Despite masticating post-martem
I'm civilized than it may seem

Graven goulash, it posh
Sanguine souffl, matre d'