Luyện nghe bài hát I Work For The Streetcleaner

I work for the
When the work day is
I bring home organs
For some late necrophiliac fun...
I clean up the toll of the mishap
Blood and twisted steel are
The gore in my will be smeared on my love
And the cadaver I carry be mine
My lover and I are
Fellating the of the dead
Fornication with the of the dismembered carcasses
the worm eaten head...
We bathe in the blood of the unlucky
Keep eyes, tongues and brains in glass cases
Smear our writhing bodies in the grue and pus
Lick the sinews from their mangled beaten faces
We are aroused and enticed, my and I,
By the sanguine of the deaceased
We writhe among piles of gelatinous dead
And suck the hepatic of the diseased
I'll procure the corpses 'til my shelves are full
I remove the fluids from skull...

Jars of fluids
Inhale the fumes
On the decaying
corpses
in my room...
I the clots on my face and skin
The carnage of the violently
with the blood of mutilated stiff
Explose carnal joy among the entrails
Writhing an dwiggling in a bed of death
My inhibitions no more
French the skulls, the foetid breath
Making love to the whore
We are psychotic, my and I
Only the sick couls our delight
We take turns mounting the stiff
Our moans continue out the night...
The jellified skin running through my
The joy of from the dead corpses touch
The necrotic thirst for unconcenable
The love a cannot give too much...
I'll procure the corpses 'til my shelves are full
I remove the fluids from skull...

I for the streetcleaner
And it's never been said
fun to be paid
To of the recently dead
The lust of the necrophile
A bizarre emotion that be described
The thrill of violence and its horrible
Creates an urge which our sickness derives
Tonight we indulge in forbidden delight
To quench our desires, it's we must do
Beware if you drive on the highway
The cadaver we fuck might be you!!!