Paroles de Corpse Grinder

Well, i've got a machine I keep it under my bed Why don't you come on over, baby? And let me feed on your head Yeah, it's make minced meat Out of your legs and your feet Cause i'm a corpse grinder, baby Well, you know i love you But ain't life a drag? I wanna chop you up fine And wrap you up in a bag Will i see you later In my refrigerator? I'm a corpse grinder, baby You'll stay good for months to come At the back of the fridge, yeah, stay out of the sun I'll take you out when i'm on my own And defrost you so we can be alone Sharpen up the blades Go, on, oil the wheels Put your tongue on the belt Go on, see how it feels Well i know it's a sin But i'm gonna feed you in 'cause i'm a corpse grinder, baby Well, you'll stay good for months to come Back of the fridge, go on, stay out of the sun I'll take you out when i'm on my own And defrost you, baby, so we can be alone Sharpen up the blades, go on Go on, oil the wheels Put your tongue on the belt And tell me how it feels Yeah, i know it's a sin But let me feed you in 'cause i'm a corpse grinder, baby Well. i'm a corpse grinder-grinder baby Well, i'm a corpse grinder, baby Well, i'm a corpse grinder, baby, grinder, baby Well, i'm a corpse grinder, baby, let me feed you in