Carcass کے بول

Someone's in cold storage Seeking heinz main-courses Craving for a raw love He'll hide you from the cleaver He'll hang with you forever Longing for a fresh meat By hook or by crook You'll be 1st in his book For an impaled affair By hook or by crook You'll be last in his book Of flesh oh so rare Be a carcass – be a dead pork Be limblessly in love Be a carcass – be a dead pork Be limblessly in love Someone's left in cold storage Thawed in heinz main-courses Carving for a new tin He got you with the cleaver He hung you up forever Anticipating new skin Out of the frying pan And into the fire 58th variety Out of the frying pan And into the fire Mother had her son for tea Be a carcass – be a dead pork Be limblessly in love Be a carcass – be a dead pork Be limblessly in love In love with the stumps In love with the bleeding In love with the pain That you now feel As you became a carcass We became a carcass Carcass Get in your troubles But don't whine you swine Carcass You became a carcass