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    I Work For The Streetcleaner

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    Добавлена 1 сентября 2011 пользователем Iron Man

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    [Lyrics and music: Stevo / february 1990]
    I work for the streetcleaner
    When the work day is done
    I bring home some organs
    For some late night necrophiliac fun...
    I clean up the toll of the highway mishap
    Blood and twisted steel are dnine
    The gore in my hands will be smeared on my love
    And the cadaver I carry will be mine
    My lover and I are pathetic
    Fellating the bones of the dead
    Fornication with the remnants of the dismembered carcasses
    Sodomizing the worm eaten head...
    We bathe in the blood of the unlucky stiffs
    Keep their eyes, tongues and brains in glass cases
    Smear our naked writhing bodies in the grue and pus
    Lick the rotted sinews from their mangled beaten faces
    We are aroused and enticed, my lover and I,
    By the sanguine stench of the deaceased
    We writhe among piles of gelatinous dead flesh
    And suck the hepatic tissue of the diseased
    Ill procure the corpses til my storage shelves are full
    I remove the fluids from your skull...
    [...solo: Scott ...]
    Jars of preservation fluids
    Inhale the nauseating fumes
    On the wall decaying
    purulent corpses
    Putrefying in my room...
    I feel the clots on my face and skin
    The carnage of the violently expelled
    Masturbate with the blood of mutilated stiff
    Explose with carnal joy among the entrails
    Writhing an dwiggling in a bed full of death
    My inhibitions existing no more
    French kissing the skulls, the foetid breath
    Making love to the cadaverous whore
    We are psychotic, my lover and I
    Only the sick couls share our delight
    We take turns mounting the detestable stiff
    Our moans continue through out the night...
    The jellified skin running through my hands
    The joy of arousal from the dead corpses touch
    The necrotic thirst for unconcenable love
    The love a corpse cannot give too much...
    Ill procure the corpses til my storage shelves are full
    I remove the fluids from your skull...
    [...solo: Scott ...]
    I work for the streetcleaner
    And though its never been said
    Its fun to be paid
    To dispose of the recently dead
    The insane lust of the necrophile
    A bizarre emotion that cannot be described
    The thrill of violence and its horrible result
    Creates an urge from which our sickness derives
    Tonight we will indulge in forbidden delight
    To quench our desires, its what we must do
    Beware if you drive on the highway tonight
    The next cadaver we fuck might be you!!!
    [ I Work For The Streetcleaner Lyrics ]
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