Luyện nghe bài hát I Work For The Streetcleaner

I for the streetcleaner
the work day is done
I home some organs
For some late night fun...
I up the toll of the highway mishap
Blood and twisted steel are
The in my hands will be smeared on my love
And the cadaver I will be mine
My lover and I are
the bones of the dead
Fornication with the remnants of the dismembered
the worm eaten head...
We bathe in the of the unlucky stiffs
Keep their eyes, tongues and brains in cases
Smear our naked writhing in the grue and pus
Lick the rotted sinews their mangled beaten faces
We are aroused and enticed, my and I,
By the sanguine of the deaceased
We writhe piles of gelatinous dead flesh
And suck the hepatic tissue of the
I'll procure the corpses 'til my storage shelves are
I the fluids from your skull...

Jars of fluids
the nauseating fumes
On the wall
corpses
in my room...
I feel the clots on my face and
The of the violently expelled
Masturbate the blood of mutilated stiff
Explose with carnal joy among the
Writhing an dwiggling in a bed of death
My existing 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 continue through out the night...
The jellified running through my hands
The joy of arousal from the corpses touch
The necrotic for unconcenable love
The a corpse cannot give too much...
I'll procure the corpses 'til my storage are full
I the fluids from your skull...

I work for the
And though it's never said
It's fun to be
To dispose of the dead
The lust of the necrophile
A bizarre that cannot be described
The thrill of violence and its horrible
an urge from which our sickness derives
Tonight we will indulge in delight
To quench our desires, it's we must do
Beware if you on the highway tonight
The cadaver we fuck might be you!!!