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Several Years |
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Of Scatiness |
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And Misery |
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Eastern Lands |
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Of Communist |
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Government |
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His Job - |
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In The Municipal |
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Morgue Gave |
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Him Money |
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Just To Survive |
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For His Own |
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Necessities |
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And Nothing |
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Else Solitary |
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Life, No Compromise |
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Morgue's Boss |
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He's Responsible, |
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He's Got The |
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Keys Whole |
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Disposition |
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A Room - Full |
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Of Unknown |
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Cadavers Nobody |
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Will Miss |
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One Corpse |
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A Month After |
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All They're |
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Just Fucking |
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Dead Beggars [Chorus:] |
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Frozen Meat - |
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In Perfect |
|
State Of Preservation |
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Human Flesh |
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Is Tender |
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And Sweet |
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Livid, Cold |
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And Soft - |
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The Abdomen |
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Is So Tasty |
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And The Thighs |
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Are Really |
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Consistent [Chorus:] |
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Frozen Meat - |
|
In Perfect |
|
State Of Preservation |
|
Human Flesh |
|
Is Tender |
|
And Sweet |
|
Livid, Cold |
|
And Soft - |
|
The Abdomen |
|
Is So Tasty |
|
And The Thighs |
|
Are Really |
|
Consistent |
|
Roasted Ribs, |
|
Fried Innards |
|
Biceps Fillets, |
|
Thigh Stew |
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Minced Fingers, |
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Tongue In |
|
Sauce Bones |
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For Stock, |
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Brain Sherbet |
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Every Body |
|
Part Can Always |
|
Be Thrifty |
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Typical Prejudices |
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Must Be Left |
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Apart When |
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Salary Is |
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Too Low And |
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Nobody Can |
|
Help You You'll |
|
Have To Learn |
|
To Search |
|
For Food Everywhere |
|
Many People |
|
Are Dying |
|
Of Famine |
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But Cannibalism |
|
Is Still Taboo |
|
Tons Of Delightful |
|
Mean Are Being |
|
Wasted Leaving |
|
Them To Rot |
|
Into Their |
|
Tombs |
