music - Leon del Muerte
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lyrics - Ross Sewage
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A new coproph-age, by pedung I am plagued
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Inhaling the flatulence with which I am rife
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Soon to be undone by my own dung
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The first day of the rest of my life
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Swimming in refuse and imbibing the cess
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Overwhelmed by sewage and sickly excess
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Nostrils rebuked by an olfactory assault
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Alveoli and ordure forcefully gestalt
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Uvula encrusted with night-soil
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Crepitous taste
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Treading stool, exhausted by the toil
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Trachea burdened with occidentals
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To the brim with waste
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My sphincter has proven wholly detrimental
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A new coproph-age, by pedung I am plagued
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Inhaling the flatulence with which I am rife
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I find I am undone by my own dung
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The last day of the rest of my life
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Unable to endure excreta and manure
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Trapped in this toilet
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Can longer withstand my bowel remnants
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Mouth is full of shit
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(solo: "My Bowl Runneth Over..." by L.d. Muerte)
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Drowning in post-intestinal sludge
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Receiving my just desserts in rectal fudge
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Serendipitously succumb to the vast amounts of bung
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The turds on the tip of my tongue
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F©Ąces slither down my oesophageal tract
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Left in extremis, I'm resigned to the fact
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Offspring of my arse, liquescent bloody shites
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Inhumed in my own dreck, a human coprolite
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Night Soil
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