I Work For The Streetcleaner Lyrics by Impetigo
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I work for the streetcleanerWhen the work day is doneI bring home some organsFor some late night necrophiliac fun...I clean up the toll of the highway mishapBlood and twisted steel are dnineThe gore in my hands will be smeared on my loveAnd the cadaver I carry will be mineMy lover and I are patheticFellating the bones of the deadFornication with the remnants of the dismembered carcassesSodomizing the worm eaten head...We bathe in the blood of the unlucky stiffsKeep their eyes, tongues and brains in glass casesSmear our naked writhing bodies in the grue and pusLick the rotted sinews from their mangled beaten facesWe are aroused and enticed, my lover and I,By the sanguine stench of the deaceasedWe writhe among piles of gelatinous dead fleshAnd suck the hepatic tissue of the diseasedI'll procure the corpses 'til my storage shelves are fullI remove the fluids from your skull...Jars of preservation fluidsInhale the nauseating fumesOn the wall decayingpurulent corpsesPutrefying in my room...I feel the clots on my face and skinThe carnage of the violently expelledMasturbate with the blood of mutilated stiffExplose with carnal joy among the entrailsWrithing an dwiggling in a bed full of deathMy inhibitions existing no moreFrench kissing the skulls, the foetid breathMaking love to the cadaverous whoreWe are psychotic, my lover and IOnly the sick couls share our delightWe take turns mounting the detestable stiffOur moans continue through out the night...The jellified skin running through my handsThe joy of arousal from the dead corpses touchThe necrotic thirst for unconcenable loveThe love a corpse cannot give too much...I'll procure the corpses 'til my storage shelves are fullI remove the fluids from your skull...I work for the streetcleanerAnd though it's never been saidIt's fun to be paidTo dispose of the recently deadThe insane lust of the necrophileA bizarre emotion that cannot be describedThe thrill of violence and its horrible resultCreates an urge from which our sickness derivesTonight we will indulge in forbidden delightTo quench our desires, it's what we must doBeware if you drive on the highway tonightThe next cadaver we fuck might be you!!!
I work for the streetcleanerWhen the work day is doneI bring home some organsFor some late night necrophiliac fun...I clean up the toll of the highway mishapBlood and twisted steel are dnineThe gore in my hands will be smeared on my loveAnd the cadaver I carry will be mineMy lover and I are patheticFellating the bones of the deadFornication with the remnants of the dismembered carcassesSodomizing the worm eaten head...We bathe in the blood of the unlucky stiffsKeep their eyes, tongues and brains in glass casesSmear our naked writhing bodies in the grue and pusLick the rotted sinews from their mangled beaten facesWe are aroused and enticed, my lover and I,By the sanguine stench of the deaceasedWe writhe among piles of gelatinous dead fleshAnd suck the hepatic tissue of the diseasedI'll procure the corpses 'til my storage shelves are fullI remove the fluids from your skull...Jars of preservation fluidsInhale the nauseating fumesOn the wall decayingpurulent corpsesPutrefying in my room...I feel the clots on my face and skinThe carnage of the violently expelledMasturbate with the blood of mutilated stiffExplose with carnal joy among the entrailsWrithing an dwiggling in a bed full of deathMy inhibitions existing no moreFrench kissing the skulls, the foetid breathMaking love to the cadaverous whoreWe are psychotic, my lover and IOnly the sick couls share our delightWe take turns mounting the detestable stiffOur moans continue through out the night...The jellified skin running through my handsThe joy of arousal from the dead corpses touchThe necrotic thirst for unconcenable loveThe love a corpse cannot give too much...I'll procure the corpses 'til my storage shelves are fullI remove the fluids from your skull...I work for the streetcleanerAnd though it's never been saidIt's fun to be paidTo dispose of the recently deadThe insane lust of the necrophileA bizarre emotion that cannot be describedThe thrill of violence and its horrible resultCreates an urge from which our sickness derivesTonight we will indulge in forbidden delightTo quench our desires, it's what we must doBeware if you drive on the highway tonightThe next cadaver we fuck might be you!!!