| Water mix of meat to wash my feet
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| Piss wrapped scum, pig, duck and plum
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| A fine soup, a yuppies gloup
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| In the cave keeping the company of flies
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| Greasing their hands, land on my lip
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| Buzz back to the bodies in piles
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| Greasing their hands, land on my lip
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| Buzz back bodies doubled in size
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| Swilled together forever
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| Fished out of the hole
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| You are in a new form, coagulated and cold
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| Fill the bin to the brim, I noticed the shit
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| Undo the knot, land on my lip
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| Before they buzz off, you start to cough
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| The steam is stuck, the muck now rock
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| Meat water bellows out the sides
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| Piles of bodies, doubled in size
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| You feel ashamed
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| You mop the floor
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| You mop the floor
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| You mop the floor |