Luyện nghe bài hát I Work For The Streetcleaner

I for the streetcleaner
When the day is done
I bring home some
For some night necrophiliac fun...
I clean up the of the highway mishap
and twisted steel are dnine
The gore in my hands will be smeared on my
And the I carry will be mine
My and I are pathetic
Fellating the of the dead
Fornication with the remnants of the dismembered
Sodomizing the worm head...
We bathe in the blood of the stiffs
Keep their eyes, tongues and brains in glass
Smear our writhing bodies in the grue and pus
the rotted sinews from their mangled beaten faces
We are aroused and enticed, my and I,
By the stench of the deaceased
We writhe among piles of dead flesh
And suck the tissue of the diseased
I'll procure the corpses 'til my storage shelves are
I the fluids from your skull...

Jars of fluids
Inhale the fumes
On the wall
purulent
in my room...
I the clots on my face and skin
The carnage of the expelled
Masturbate the blood of mutilated stiff
Explose with carnal joy among the
Writhing an in a bed full of death
My inhibitions no more
kissing the skulls, the foetid breath
Making love to the cadaverous
We are psychotic, my and I
the sick couls share our delight
We turns mounting the detestable stiff
Our moans through out the night...
The skin running through my hands
The joy of arousal from the dead touch
The necrotic for unconcenable love
The love a cannot give too much...
I'll procure the 'til my storage shelves are full
I remove the from your skull...

I for the streetcleaner
And it's never been said
fun to be paid
To of the recently dead
The insane lust of the
A bizarre that cannot be described
The thrill of and its horrible result
Creates an from which our sickness derives
we will indulge in forbidden delight
To quench our desires, it's what we do
Beware if you drive on the highway
The next cadaver we might be you!!!