Luyện nghe bài hát I Work For The Streetcleaner

I work for the
When the day is done
I bring some organs
For some late night fun...
I clean up the of the highway mishap
Blood and twisted are dnine
The gore in my hands will be on my love
And the I carry will be mine
My and I are pathetic
Fellating the bones of the
Fornication with the of the dismembered carcasses
the worm eaten head...
We bathe in the blood of the stiffs
Keep their eyes, tongues and brains in glass
our naked 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 stench of the
We among piles of gelatinous dead flesh
And suck the hepatic of the diseased
I'll procure the corpses 'til my storage are full
I remove the from your skull...

of preservation fluids
Inhale the nauseating
On the decaying
corpses
in my room...
I feel the on my face and skin
The of the violently expelled
with the blood of mutilated stiff
Explose carnal joy among the entrails
an dwiggling in a bed full of death
My existing no more
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 mounting the detestable stiff
Our continue through out the night...
The jellified skin running my hands
The joy of arousal from the dead corpses
The necrotic thirst for unconcenable
The a corpse cannot give too much...
I'll procure the corpses 'til my shelves are full
I remove the fluids your skull...

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