Luyện nghe bài hát I Work For The Streetcleaner

I for the streetcleaner
When the work day is
I bring some organs
For some late necrophiliac fun...
I up the toll of the highway mishap
Blood and twisted are dnine
The gore in my hands will be on my love
And the cadaver I carry will be
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 unlucky
Keep eyes, tongues and brains in glass cases
our naked writhing bodies in the grue and pus
Lick the sinews from their mangled beaten faces
We are and enticed, my lover and I,
By the sanguine stench of the
We writhe among piles of dead flesh
And the hepatic tissue of the diseased
I'll procure the corpses 'til my storage are full
I remove the fluids from skull...

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

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