Anal Stench - 8 Kilograms of Meat Without Bones lyrics

Past times child Empty, shelfs Toilet paper and vinegar I feel hunger, like my ancestors From eighties years Like soviet heros from Leningrad Kabila, Laurent Kabila Come to me my baby You know what "sandwich" is Uncle Butch, here is your big, blunt knife Come my byg dady, Let's make porked chop You are my beloved child I feel my love with every bite Now we are in unity Come to me beautiful Bodies of this world Come and se my corpses collections See, and say how much poetry they have