Well, I've got a machine, yeah
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, yeah
Will I see you later
In my refrigerator?
I'm a corpse grinder, baby, yeah
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, yeah
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