Impetigo - I Work For The Streetcleaner lyrics

[Lyrics and music: Stevo / february 1990] I work for the streetcleaner When the work day is done I bring home some organs For some late night necrophiliac fun... I clean up the toll of the highway mishap Blood and twisted steel are dnine The gore in my hands will be smeared on my love And the cadaver I carry will be mine My lover and I are pathetic Fellating the bones of the dead Fornication with the remnants of the dismembered carca**es Sodomizing the worm eaten head... We bathe in the blood of the unlucky stiffs Keep their eyes, tongues and brains in gla** cases Smear our naked writhing bodies in the grue and pus Lick the rotted sinews from their mangled beaten faces We are aroused and enticed, my lover and I, By the sanguine stench of the deaceased We writhe among piles of gelatinous dead flesh And s** the hepatic tissue of the diseased I'll procure the corpses 'til my storage shelves are full I remove the fluids from your skull... [...solo: Scott ...] Jars of preservation fluids Inhale the nauseating fumes On the wall decaying purulent corpses Putrefying in my room... I feel the clots on my face and skin The carnage of the violently expelled Masturbate with the blood of mutilated stiff Explose with carnal joy among the entrails Writhing an dwiggling in a bed full of d**h My inhibitions existing no more French kissing the skulls, the foetid breath Making love to the cadaverous who*e We are psychotic, my lover and I Only the sick couls share our delight We take turns mounting the detestable stiff Our moans continue through out the night... The jellified skin running through my hands The joy of arousal from the dead corpses touch The necrotic thirst for unconcenable love The love a corpse cannot give too much... I'll procure the corpses 'til my storage shelves are full I remove the fluids from your skull... [...solo: Scott ...] I work for the streetcleaner And though it's never been said It's fun to be paid To dispose of the recently dead The insane lust of the necrophile A bizarre emotion that cannot be described The thrill of violence and its horrible result Creates an urge from which our sickness derives Tonight we will indulge in forbidden delight To quench our desires, it's what we must do Beware if you drive on the highway tonight The next cadaver we f** might be you!!!