Luyện nghe bài hát I Work For The Streetcleaner

I for the streetcleaner
the work day is done
I bring home some
For some night necrophiliac fun...
I up the toll of the highway mishap
Blood and twisted steel are
The gore in my will be smeared on my love
And the I carry will be mine
My lover and I are
Fellating the bones of the
with the remnants of the dismembered carcasses
Sodomizing the eaten head...
We bathe in the blood of the unlucky
Keep their eyes, tongues and in glass cases
Smear our writhing bodies in the grue and pus
the rotted sinews from their mangled beaten faces
We are and enticed, my lover and I,
By the sanguine stench of the
We writhe piles of gelatinous dead flesh
And the hepatic tissue of the diseased
I'll procure the corpses 'til my storage shelves are
I remove the fluids from skull...

of preservation fluids
Inhale the fumes
On the wall
purulent
in my room...
I feel the clots on my face and
The carnage of the violently
with the blood of mutilated stiff
Explose with carnal joy among the
an dwiggling in a bed full of death
My inhibitions existing no
French kissing the skulls, the breath
Making love to the cadaverous
We are psychotic, my and I
Only the sick couls share our
We take turns mounting the detestable
Our moans continue out the night...
The jellified skin running my hands
The joy of arousal from the dead corpses
The necrotic thirst for love
The a corpse cannot give too much...
I'll procure the corpses 'til my storage shelves are
I remove the fluids your skull...

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