festering, rotten corpse
The stench of putrefaction
Just makes me thirst for more

Maggots munching near my dick
Makes me cum, makes me sick

Wretching
Gagging
Heaving
Chucking

Im a monster
Yeah you know what I mean
Cos I fuck dead girls in the graveyard
In the graveyard
In the graveyard, yeah
I rape their little tush in the graveyard

Dripping Sebum
Oozing Pus
Smearing semen
Frobidden lust


2. Hack In The Back Dumped In A Sack

The Specimen lies there on the stone
Fluids bubbling from his nose
Tongue protruding from his mouth
Eyes all swollen popping out
Slice him open across his throat
Cut through muscle tissue and bone
Crimson blood spills on me
One more twist his head comes free

Cut in pieces, sealed up in packs
Hacked in the back and dumped in a sack

Cutting off the rotting palms
Wrap them up tight, put them in jars
Score from chest to pubic bone
Pull apart and cover your nose
Take out the stomach kidneys & liver
Serve up fried for a dainty dinner
Split the diaphragm under the ribs
Find the lungs, put your hands in

Cut in pieces, sealed up in packs
Hacked in the back and dumped in a sack

Hang the body in the shed
Using meat-hooks through the legs
Catch the blood as it drips from the stump
Like the others from the past
The naked belly, full of cysts
Smells so good, I cant resist
I know inside this ones the best
As I eat the rotting chest


3. Fuck Your Arse With Broken Glass

Bent across the wall, held she cannot budge
With the broken bottle in my hand I cut her arse like fudge
Blood pours on my shirt, the wench begins to whine
As violent pain and agony tickles up her spine

He laughs and licks his lips as her bowels drop on the floor
Watching as she floods the ground with putrid grime and gore
The pain inside it gets too much, his victim passes out
He stamps and hits and batters hard nad kicks her while she's down

Rectal rape with splintered glass
pushed with force up the victims arse
Razor slices need to be stitched
as the arse cheeks split to bits

Feeling numb, beaten, abused
Lying still. after being abused

Fuck...Your...Arse...With broken glass
Fuck your arse with broken glass

These sick pleasures people find
>From raping people from behind

Bent across the wall, held she cannot budge
Bottle in my hand, I cut her arse like fudge
Blood pours on my shirt, the wench begins to whine
Pain and agony tickles up her broken spine

Fuck...Your...Arse...With broken glass
Fuck your arse with broken glass


4. Only Tools And Corpses

Only tools and corpses in an easy game
I find live people and I play with them
I love a scaloel or a stitch or too
And the way they cry as the needles pulled through
I love operations and the beautiful stench
Dissected slowly on my bench
Sewn up punctures and gaping holes
Keeping them alive so they can feel it all

Only tools and corpses

Then you open up the wounds where the blood has clot
Draining their fluid through beakers and pots
No senses left as their blood's sucked dry
Kiss them goodnight and wave them goodbye

Only tools and corpses, only tools and corpses work
Only tools and corpses, only tools and corpses

Opened gashes and visible bone shown
Terrified corpses unable to moan now
Bloody chunks of my human sacrifice
Pulled apart like helpless laboratory mice

Laying their cold organs on my skin
Fingering the holes where I pushed steel rods in
Stroking the liver kidneys and heart
Human dissection is a game an art

We've got some half priced livers sliced
Miles and miles of entrails diced
Tortured with Bon Jovi and David Bowie LPs
I've killed thingy and whats-his-name (all my victims look the same)
And kept hold of the eyeballs of a mush from Shepherds Bush
A bloody fucking mess - All over my nice clean vest

Only corpse work


5. Her Gash I Did Splash

Torture now follows my name
Amputation and killing becomes a game
Pain and agony is what they feel
As I slip them the drug that heals
Removing and decapitating these pathetic bits
From what was once a healthy bitch
Sawing a chiselling the limbs away
Chucked in a corner left to decay

A frozen body clinically cut
Tampered and plundered and totally gut
Symbolic memories of human trophies
Fridge full of limbs and no motives
Cadavers ripped apart and left to decay
Prostitute heaven such as prey
Cadavers ripped apart and left to decay

Frozen the bodies are all locked away
Buried put in holes left to decay
Infesting the insects begin to pick away
Eating eating through the waste decay


6. Can't Fit Her Limbs In The Fridge

See through cling film wraps her up tigth
Motionless sections no longer able to fight
My doting wife I tried to please her
So I hacked her up and her in the freezer
I wouldn't let her leave me so she tried to strike out
I hit her with a hammer she was dead with one swift clout
I once used ice to gently tease her
Now it surrounds her in the freezer
Put next to lollies and packets of peas
No room in my fridge cos it's full of her (Barcardi) Breezers
I've had to keep her in the freezer

A freshly sharpened knife with a shiny blade
Holding the stump of her hand pretending to wave
Popped her eyes out and craved off her nose
Kept in a bag with her little fingers and toes
I'll eat her in a stew so she's always with me
My freezer's full of limb so there's plenty to eat

A bucket full of innards and slurry of waste
Placed in the fridge next to her smiling face
I've got my memories (I'm keeping her ring)
We had 10 good years before I done her in

Lie still my precious...

Cling film wraps her up tigth
No longer able to fight
My wife, I tried to please her
I put her in the freezer
I wouldn't let her leave me
I hit her with a hammer
I used ice to tease her
Now it surrounds her in the freezer

I put her next to lollies and the packets of peas
With all frozen dinners placed precuriously by her knees
No room in my fridge cos it's full of her Barcardi Breezers
I've had to chop her up to fit her in the freezer

A freshly sharpened knife with a shiny blade
Holding the stump of her hand pretending to wave
Popped her eyes out and craved off her nose
Kept in a bag with her little fingers and toes
I'll eat her in a stew so she's always with me
My freezer's full of limb so there's plenty to eat

I can't fit her limbs in the fridge
I can't fit her dead limbs in the fridge


7. Village People Of The Damned

One injection, one infection
One injection and the dead are resurrected
One injection, one infectionm, feasting on the dead

Now there is nowhere left for me to run
The armies af the dead come
Breaking into my place
Their teeth tearing into my face

My blood's now starting to drain
The changes have started in my brain
Awakening as one of them now, killing as I only know how

Staggering, wandering, bludgeoning, murdering, tearing, and feeding on tissue and flesh
My insides and instincts are hungering and thirsting for people with which I can eat and infect
Smearing and smarming and coating whilst laughing my body and clothes in their blood and their bite
Eating and munching on flesh is disgusting but hunger won't go so I kill to survive

One by one the dead arise and stagger around looking for somewhere to feed
Our numbers grow as people change and start chewing on each other's meat
Searching more for victims to gnaw and nibble on to get the strength that we need
Figthting to taste the few that remain before there's nothing left to eat

Infected now there is nowhere else for them to left to run
Our army has gathered the undead have come
Breaking into their blocked off boarded up places
My teeth begin to tear away at their terrified faces
Warm feelings inside as their blood starts to drain
Their changes have started soon they'll rise just the same
Hunting for food that's not there like us in vain

One by one more dead arise, trying to find fresh meat to keep them alive
To many zombies not enough people left, we'll have to move on or soon once again we'll all be dead
Searching more for victims to nibble for strenght, but we search and find no one left awake
To many zombies not enough people left, we'll have to move on or soon once again we'll all be dead
Because one by one more dead arise, trying to find fresh meat to keep them alive
To many zombies not enough people left, we'll have to move on or soon once again we'll all be dead


8. Masticated By The Spasticated

Bound and gaggd in a black pot
Seared and flavoured with herbs and salt
Marinated slowly in a secret sauce
Roasted and served as sumptuous course
They dribble and drool as I try and get loose
Stewing slowly in my own juice
Rubbing their tummies and licking their lips
Devoured me up and served with chips

By the time they're done there'll be no one left around
Just a special bus full of mutants geeks and downs
We'll be beaten tender so we taste real nice
When we're sliced and diced and served with rice
By the hobblin, wobbling, stammering spacks
And the inbred freaks with misshapen backs
Demented 'tards with missing teeth
Cutting me up and chewing on my meat

Masticated by the spasticated

Put me in a pot, put me in the pain
Boil up my bones, fry my glands
Take away my heart, put it in the coals
Slice me up fine, serve me in bowls

Checks my eyes for signs of life
Masticated by the spasticated
I black ou as he sharpens his knife
Masticated by the spasticated
By the time they're done there'll be no one left around
Masticated by the spasticated
Just a special bus full of mutants geeks and downs
Masticated by the spasticated
We'll be beaten tender so we taste real nice
Masticated by the spasticated
When we're sliced and diced and served with rice
Masticated by the spasticated


9. To Catch A Killer (A Serial Sing-A-Long)

[John Wayne Gacy]
My name is John and I dress as a clown, thirty one bodies I've buried underground
A construction worker I like building flats and pulling rabbits out of hats
But under my make-up I'm a mischievous man
Killing as many boys as I can

[Jack The Ripper]
Do they who I am? I don't think they do
Then I'll send them a liver to give them a clue
I'll send them a letter and write it in blood and tell them about the things I've done

[Jeffrey Dahmer]
Brings them back, they drink beer, a deadly brew
Eating his boys has their flesh for his food
Gave them money to pose, put a drill in their head
Didn't want them to leave tried to get them into bed

[Ted Bundy]
My name's Ted Bundy and I kill for fun, nobody knows how many I've done
They tried to lock me up but I escaped from that place
And when they killed me I had a smile on my face

[Fred West]
Killed my kids and the people that we had round to stay
Put them under the patio so they couldn't get away

[John George Haigh]
John George Haigh, you can't catch me
One fatal error and guilty is my only plea
Thrity gallons of acid, down in the cellar
Thrity gallons of acid, false teeth of an unkown dweller
Come on Mrs D have a dance with me, it's going to be your last
Sulphuric acid a major key
Four more before, it's a perfect plan
Four more again
Kill as many as I can