Luyện nghe bài hát I Work For The Streetcleaner

I work for the
When the day is done
I bring home some
For some late necrophiliac fun...
I clean up the of the highway mishap
and twisted steel are dnine
The gore in my hands be smeared on my love
And the cadaver I carry will be
My and I are pathetic
the bones of the dead
Fornication with the remnants of the carcasses
the worm eaten head...
We bathe in the blood of the unlucky
Keep their eyes, tongues and brains in glass
Smear our naked writhing bodies in the and pus
Lick the rotted sinews their mangled beaten faces
We are aroused and enticed, my and I,
By the stench of the deaceased
We writhe among piles of gelatinous dead
And suck the hepatic of the diseased
procure the corpses 'til my storage shelves are full
I remove the fluids from skull...

Jars of preservation
Inhale the fumes
On the decaying
purulent
in my room...
I the clots on my face and skin
The carnage of the violently
Masturbate with the blood of stiff
Explose with carnal joy the entrails
Writhing an dwiggling in a bed full of
My inhibitions existing no
French the skulls, the foetid breath
Making love to the whore
We are psychotic, my and I
the sick couls share our delight
We take turns mounting the stiff
Our continue through out the night...
The jellified skin running my hands
The joy of arousal the dead corpses touch
The necrotic thirst for unconcenable
The love a corpse give too much...
I'll procure the 'til my storage shelves are full
I remove the fluids from skull...

I work for the
And though it's never said
It's fun to be
To of the recently dead
The insane of the necrophile
A bizarre emotion that cannot be
The of violence and its horrible result
Creates an urge which our sickness derives
Tonight we will indulge in delight
To our desires, it's what we must do
if you drive on the highway tonight
The next we fuck might be you!!!