Lyrics Centrifuged, Washed and Strangled - Corpsefucking Art‎

Centrifuged, Washed and Strangled

All I know is I love to do the laundry
Set the right program, fill the basket with bodies
I usually fill it with over-sized chef ladies
But I couldn’t help it this time around
Grandma was so intrusive
I had to kill her
Kept her mouth shut
With a smelly sock
Couldn’t talk about soap operas.
I’m gonna miss her pies
Centrifuged, Washed and Strangled
Think again before knocking at my door
And telling me about odd numbers
They’re all clean
They’re all clean
They’re all clean
By washing machine
It felt so good to knit
A nice scarf from her guts
Centrifuged, Washed and Strangled
Centrifuged, Washed and Strangled
Over the last week
I took the clothes of seven chefs
Now my potatoes
Will stay underground
They’re all clean
They’re all clean
They’re all clean
By washing machine