Luyện nghe bài hát I Work For The Streetcleaner

I for the streetcleaner
When the day is done
I home some organs
For some late necrophiliac fun...
I clean up the toll of the highway
Blood and twisted are dnine
The gore in my hands be smeared on my love
And the I carry will be mine
My and I are pathetic
the bones of the dead
Fornication the remnants of the dismembered carcasses
Sodomizing the eaten head...
We bathe in the of the unlucky stiffs
Keep their eyes, tongues and brains in glass
our naked writhing bodies in the grue and pus
Lick the rotted sinews from mangled beaten faces
We are and enticed, my lover and I,
By the stench of the deaceased
We writhe among of gelatinous dead flesh
And suck the tissue of the diseased
I'll procure the corpses 'til my storage are full
I remove the from your skull...

Jars of preservation
Inhale the fumes
On the decaying
corpses
in my room...
I feel the clots on my and skin
The carnage of the expelled
Masturbate with the blood of mutilated
Explose with carnal joy among the
Writhing an dwiggling in a bed of death
My inhibitions no more
French kissing the skulls, the breath
Making to the cadaverous whore
We are psychotic, my and I
Only the sick couls share our
We take mounting the detestable stiff
Our moans continue out the night...
The skin running through my hands
The joy of arousal the dead corpses touch
The necrotic for unconcenable love
The love a cannot give too much...
I'll procure the corpses 'til my storage shelves are
I remove the from your skull...

I work for the
And though it's never been
fun to be paid
To dispose of the recently
The insane of the necrophile
A bizarre emotion cannot be described
The thrill of and its horrible result
Creates an urge from our sickness derives
Tonight we will indulge in forbidden
To our desires, it's what we must do
Beware if you on the highway tonight
The next cadaver we might be you!!!