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The Taste Remains
02:58
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Aaah I see the gruel us ready
Assorted organ stew
Don't blow your cover
Next in line is you
You wear the shirt, won't get hurt
If you eat remains
Don't be coy step right up
Take a slurp enjoy
Move down the line bide your time
Be patient and don't whine
The bowl draws near you get the fear
Upon your face a frown now it must go down
You go back for another sip
And the taste remains
You're loving it you're drinking it
And it tastes insane
You've drunken from a bowl of sick
And The taste remains
You've rinsed but can't get rid of it
And it tastes the same
Red soaked cardboard boxes
Stuffed with blood and guts
Soaked in herbs and spices
Tomorrow they're having you for lunch
Eeehh, having you for supper
Having you for supper
Urghh, having you for supper
We're having you for lunch!
Having you for supper
Having you for supper
Urghh, having you for supper
We're having you for
Go back for another sip
And the taste remains
You're loving it you're drinking it
And the tastes insane
It's chunky and it stinks of shit
You have to taste again
The consistency is gritty and thick
And the taste remains insane
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Shot through the head- I'm back from the dead
(To reap my revenge to reap my revenge)
You can't kill me cause I don't have any brains
(I'll reap my revenge, reap my revenge)
I'll tear you apart straight for your heart
I'll rip your arms off and stick them up your ass
I'll beat your corpse to a pulp with your severed legs
And when I'm finished I'm going to eat your head
Knew a woman once, but had to give it up
Head came off with a single cut
Bathed in her blood to ease eternal pain
(Reap my revenge)
Tore out her eyes used the sockets for pleasure
Kept her corpse for good measure
Used her face to patch up my own
Stripped her flesh right down to the bone
Shot through the head- I'm back from the dead
(To reap my revenge to reap my revenge)
You can't kill me cause I don't have any brains
(I'll reap my revenge, reap my revenge)
I'll eat your face off your expression makes me laugh
How does it feel to have eyes stuffed full of glass
I'm so ecstatic I make a song and dance
As your offals dissolving in my home made acid bath
In my home made acid bath
Reap my revenge...
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Zombies Ate My Brains
01:44
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Last night just after midnight
I hear a murmur that craves my brains
Last time over and over
It never changes they want your brains
Zombies ate my brains
Tasty ripe and pasty
It's warm and mushy caked in blood
Chewy grey and gooey
It's my obsession it's best flambéed
Zombies ate my brains
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Veering between serious social commentary, puerile toilet humour and B-movie worship, from breakneck thrash to pummelling death metal, shot through with black humour and anarchic enthusiasm.
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