Luyện nghe bài hát I Work For The Streetcleaner

I for the streetcleaner
the work day is done
I bring home organs
For some late night fun...
I clean up the toll of the highway
Blood and twisted steel are
The gore in my hands be smeared on my love
And the cadaver I carry will be
My and I are pathetic
Fellating the of the dead
Fornication with the of the dismembered carcasses
Sodomizing the worm head...
We bathe in the of the unlucky stiffs
Keep their eyes, tongues and in glass cases
Smear our naked bodies in the grue and pus
Lick the rotted sinews from mangled beaten faces
We are aroused and enticed, my and I,
By the sanguine of the deaceased
We writhe among piles of dead flesh
And suck the tissue of the diseased
I'll the corpses 'til my storage shelves are full
I remove the from your skull...

Jars of preservation
the nauseating fumes
On the wall
corpses
in my room...
I the clots on my face and skin
The carnage of the violently
Masturbate the blood of mutilated stiff
Explose with joy among the entrails
Writhing an in a bed full of death
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 moans through out the night...
The jellified skin running my hands
The joy of arousal from the corpses touch
The thirst for unconcenable love
The a corpse cannot give too much...
I'll procure the corpses 'til my storage shelves are
I remove the fluids from 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 that cannot be
The thrill of violence and its result
an urge from which our sickness derives
Tonight we indulge in forbidden delight
To our desires, it's what we must do
Beware if you on the highway tonight
The next cadaver we might be you!!!