Luyện nghe bài hát I Work For The Streetcleaner

I for the streetcleaner
When the day is done
I bring home organs
For some late night fun...
I clean up the toll of the mishap
Blood and steel are dnine
The gore in my hands will be smeared on my
And the cadaver I will be mine
My lover and I are
the bones of the dead
Fornication with the remnants of the dismembered
Sodomizing the eaten head...
We bathe in the blood of the stiffs
Keep their eyes, and brains in glass cases
Smear our naked writhing in the grue and pus
the rotted sinews from their mangled beaten faces
We are and enticed, my lover and I,
By the stench of the deaceased
We writhe among piles of dead flesh
And suck the hepatic of the diseased
I'll procure the corpses 'til my storage are full
I remove the fluids your skull...

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

I work for the
And it's never been said
It's fun to be
To dispose of the recently
The insane of the necrophile
A bizarre that cannot be described
The thrill of and its horrible result
Creates an urge which our sickness derives
Tonight we will indulge in forbidden
To our desires, it's what we must do
Beware if you on the highway tonight
The next cadaver we fuck be you!!!