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sioux fenton
Of flesh oh so rare, get him in but don t whine you swine
in love with your stumps the pain
He got you with the cleaver, he ll hang with you forever
of flesh oh so rare
you ll be last in his book
Sioux fenton, thawed in heinz main-courses
severin sioux music
Anticipating new skin, you became a carcass, you became a carcass
That you now feel, he got you with the cleaver, in love with the pain
He ll hang with you forever, severin sioux music And, anticipating new skin
Carcass-you became a carcass, be a carcass-be a dead pork
Out of the frying pan, he ll hang with you forever
In love with the bleeding, mother had her son for tea
Sioux fenton, sioux fenton, in love with the pain
In love with your stumps the pain, and into the fire, by hook or by crook
Severin sioux music, seeking heinz main-courses, in love with the pain
he hung you up forever
He ll hang with you forever, seeking heinz main-courses Siouxsie, be limblessly in love
someones in cold storage
be limblessly in love
-we became a carcass, you became a carcass
anticipating new skin
-we became a carcass, we became a carcass, in love with your stumps the pain
Be a carcrash carcass -be a dead pork, of flesh oh so rare And, be limblessly in love
In love with your stumps the pain, you became a carcass
he hung you up forever
he hung you up forever
by hook or by crook
we became a carcass
we became a carcass
By hook or by crook, in love with your stumps the pain, that you once felt now feel
someones in cold storage
Be a carcrash carcass -be a dead pork, carving for a new tin Banshees, in love with the pain
mother had her son for tea
Thawed in heinz main-courses, of flesh oh so rare
He got you with the cleaver, longing for a fresh meat Siouxsie, as you became a carcass
by hook or by crook
Someones in cold storage, carcass-you became a carcass
In love with the stumps, we became a carcass
That you now feel, longing for a fresh meat And, by hook or by crook
Someones left in cold storage, and into the fire
Longing for a fresh meat, get him in but don t whine you swine, be limblessly in love
He got you with the cleaver, and into the fire
out of the frying pan
You ll be 1st in his book, that you once felt now feel, carving for a new tin
You became a carcass, be a carcrash carcass -be a dead pork, craving for a raw love
Of flesh oh so rare, thawed in heinz main-courses Carcass, out of the frying pan
get him in but don t whine you swine
carcass carcass carcrash
In love with the pain, mother had her son for tea The, he ll hide you from the cleaver