Impetigo - I Work For The Streetcleaner lyrics

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I work for the streetcleaner<br />

When the work day is done<br />

I bring home some organs<br />

For some late night necrophiliac fun...<br />

I clean up the toll of the highway mishap<br />

Blood and twisted steel are dnine<br />

The gore in my hands will be smeared on my love<br />

And the cadaver I carry will be mine<br />

My lover and I are pathetic<br />

Fellating the bones of the dead<br />

Fornication with the remnants of the dismembered carcasses<br />

Sodomizing the worm eaten head...<br />

We bathe in the blood of the unlucky stiffs<br />

Keep their eyes, tongues and brains in glass cases<br />

Smear our naked writhing bodies in the grue and pus<br />

Lick the rotted sinews from their mangled beaten faces<br />

We are aroused and enticed, my lover and I,<br />

By the sanguine stench of the deaceased<br />

We writhe among piles of gelatinous dead flesh<br />

And suck the hepatic tissue of the diseased<br />

I'll procure the corpses 'til my storage shelves are full<br />

I remove the fluids from your skull...<br />

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Jars of preservation fluids<br />

Inhale the nauseating fumes<br />

On the wall decaying<br />

Purulent corpses<br />

Putrefying in my room...<br />

I feel the clots on my face and skin<br />

The carnage of the violently expelled<br />

Masturbate with the blood of mutilated stiff<br />

Explose with carnal joy among the entrails<br />

Writhing an dwiggling in a bed full of death<br />

My inhibitions existing no more<br />

French kissing the skulls, the foetid breath<br />

Making love to the cadaverous whore<br />

We are psychotic, my lover and I<br />

Only the sick couls share our delight<br />

We take turns mounting the detestable stiff<br />

Our moans continue through out the night...<br />

The jellified skin running through my hands<br />

The joy of arousal from the dead corpses touch<br />

The necrotic thirst for unconcenable love<br />

The love a corpse cannot give too much...<br />

I'll procure the corpses 'til my storage shelves are full<br />

I remove the fluids from your skull...<br />

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I work for the streetcleaner<br />

And though it's never been said<br />

It's fun to be paid<br />

To dispose of the recently dead<br />

The insane lust of the necrophile<br />

A bizarre emotion that cannot be described<br />

The thrill of violence and it's horrible result<br />

Creates an urge from which our sickness derives<br />

Tonight we will indulge in forbidden delight<br />

To quench our desires, it's what we must do<br />

Beware if you drive on the highway tonight<br />

The next cadaver we fuck might be you!!!