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[music - Leon del Muerte and Sean McGrath]
[lyrics - Leon del Muerte and Sean McGrath]

The colon explodes with diarrheal sepsis
Anal leakage ecstactically shed
A stenching mass of post-bolal rot
Corn laced reeking ano-gastric snot
Your skivvies besmirched with foetid mung
Liquid viscous, peanut dotted dung
Your rectum protrudes from its now swollen rim
Your diapers are filled to the brim

Virgophrenic ass
Through which the sludge is passed
Colypeptic chyme
It always hurts the first time

Defecate, remove the dregs

Terminal colorrhagia
With an afterbirth of chyle
Saponaceous foam
To you lips, bring a smile

[solo: "Manual Deinstallation of Ordure from Partially Decrepit Bungs" by L.d. Muerte]

Table manners lacking in grace
Your fingers used to stuff your face
Your breech still emitting rancorous poo
Pour another bowl of butthole stew

Your anus wiped clean with antiseptic pads
Depuration of faegalical clots
Powdered with talc, your bilge takes on a pallor
Decrepitation, a sickening false alarm
Digested pablum disposed of with haste
Bursting at the seams, a bag full of waste
Decontaminated, to try and make amends
You're bound to fill your trousers again
[music - Leon del Muerte and Sean McGrath]   [lyrics - Leon del Muerte and Sean McGrath]      The colon explodes with diarrheal sepsis    Anal leakage ecstactically shed    A stenching mass of post-bolal rot    Corn laced reeking ano-gastric snot    Your skivvies besmirched with foetid mung    Liquid viscous, peanut dotted dung    Your rectum protrudes from its now swollen rim    Your diapers are filled to the brim       Virgophrenic ass    Through which the sludge is passed    Colypeptic chyme    It always hurts the first time       Defecate, remove the dregs       Terminal colorrhagia    With an afterbirth of chyle    Saponaceous foam    To you lips, bring a smile       [solo: "Manual Deinstallation of Ordure from Partially Decrepit Bungs" by L.d. Muerte]      Table manners lacking in grace    Your fingers used to stuff your face    Your breech still emitting rancorous poo    Pour another bowl of butthole stew       Your anus wiped clean with antiseptic pads    Depuration of faegalical clots    Powdered with talc, your bilge takes on a pallor    Decrepitation, a sickening false alarm    Digested pablum disposed of with haste    Bursting at the seams, a bag full of waste    Decontaminated, to try and make amends    You're bound to fill your trousers again