music - Andrew LaBarre
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lyrics - Ross Sewage
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Parasitic worm buried in a womb
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Another being born for our abuses
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To serve mankind, it need not grow up
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When inherently it has such nutritional uses
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Graven goulash, make it posh
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Sanguine souffle, morbid maitre d'
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Gutted entrails brewing... choice cuts
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Ruptured pustules spewing
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Immature giblet pudding... choice cuts
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Infanticidal cooking
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I'm the ghoul of the culinary profession
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Preparing this toddler for a meal
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Served up with ghastly garnishes
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A lividinous glaze congeals
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Making use of my recipe selection
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A myriad of ways to do the infant
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Each dish stirring up my appetite
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To engage in abortive devourement
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Cleavers and whisks, my tools of dissection
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A gas powered stove my crematory
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The fridge acts as the juvenile's morgue
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In a kitchen so bloody and gory
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The body carbonizes in my oven
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The stuffing held in by sutures
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Ingredients from an embrionic sac
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The act of an obstetrical butcher
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Repeatedly basted in menstruation
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Endometrium set aside for a toast
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The once smoothe skin now crackles and burns
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This will surely stunt its growth
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Graven goulash, make it posh
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Sanguine souffle, morbid maitre d'
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(solo: "The Other White Meat" by A.S. LaBarre)
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Prone on the dining room table
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The babe is subjected to my fork
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As I consume the first helpings
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I delight in my toil and work
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I clean my plate of all its dressings
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Grazing on all the putrid gore
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Merely whetting my taste buds
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I am disposed to fix up some more
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Candle-light flickers off my best china
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The silver's been polished to a gleam
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Despite masticating post-martem abortions
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I'm more civilized than it may seem
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Graven goulash, make it posh
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Sanguine souffle, morbid maitre d'
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Choice Cuts
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| Impaled |
