Sweets Lyrics   

Impaled - Choice Cuts Lyrics

   
 Authors by letter: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Other   
Title Artist
Site Map

LYRICS HOME
GUESTBOOK
CONTACT US
BIOGRAPHY
REVIEWS
NEWS
LINKS
ADD LYRICS
REQUEST LYRICS
Parteners

Song Lyrics
Letssingit
Free Lyrics
Top 50 Lyrics
Top100lyrics
Ask Lyrics
Rare Lyrics
Song Lyrics
All The Lyrics
Music Journal




WoWLyrics.com
Song Lyrics
Urban Lyrics
Guitar Chords
Lyrics Registry
Tabs Database
Lyrics from A to Z
The most searched "Impaled" lyrics
The Worms Crawl In
Fæces Of Death
Rest In Fæces
Fæcal Rites
Mondo Medicale
Operating Theatre
We Belong Dead
Gorenography
Spirits Of The Dead
Trocar
Home >> Artists starting with I >> Impaled Lyrics 

    Help us grow this site :
    
 Charts
Hot Christian Songs
Billboard Hot 100
Hot Latin Songs
UK Singles Chart
Hot Country Songs
MTV European Top 20
Hot Modern Rock Tracks

Impaled - Choice Cuts Added by Site Admin on 2003-09-18 19:52:47




music - Andrew LaBarre
lyrics - Ross Sewage

Parasitic worm buried in a womb
Another being born for our abuses
To serve mankind, it need not grow up
When inherently it has such nutritional uses

Graven goulash, make it posh
Sanguine soufflé, morbid maître d'

Gutted entrails brewing... choice cuts
Ruptured pustules spewing
Immature giblet pudding... choice cuts
Infanticidal cooking

I'm the ghoul of the culinary profession
Preparing this toddler for a meal
Served up with ghastly garnishes
A lividinous glaze congeals
Making use of my recipe selection
A myriad of ways to do the infant
Each dish stirring up my appetite
To engage in abortive devourement

Cleavers and whisks, my tools of dissection
A gas powered stove my crematory
The fridge acts as the juvenile's morgue
In a kitchen so bloody and gory

The body carbonizes in my oven
The stuffing held in by sutures
Ingredients from an embrionic sac
The act of an obstetrical butcher
Repeatedly basted in menstruation
Endometrium set aside for a toast
The once smoothe skin now crackles and burns
This will surely stunt its growth

Graven goulash, make it posh
Sanguine soufflé, morbid maître d'

(solo: "The Other White Meat" by A.S. LaBarre)

Prone on the dining room table
The babe is subjected to my fork
As I consume the first helpings
I delight in my toil and work
I clean my plate of all its dressings
Grazing on all the putrid gore
Merely whetting my taste buds
I am disposed to fix up some more

Candle-light flickers off my best china
The silver's been polished to a gleam
Despite masticating post-martem abortions
I'm more civilized than it may seem

Graven goulash, make it posh
Sanguine soufflé, morbid maître d'

correct these lyrics


More "Impaled" lyrics


All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. All lyrics provided for educational purposes only
Copyright © www.sweetslyrics.com Please read our Privacy policy