Lyrics Rot Gut - Ghoul

Rot Gut

Ill take all the guts from a rotten old stiff
And choose what I want with a taste or a whiff
Pack them in jars and infuse them with yeast
To brew up a batch for the next midnight feast
My skill as a brewer has never been met
Severed head '87 is my best vintage yet
We drink til we’re knackered on putrefied pus
A chaser of lymph really gives me a rush
Rot Gut
Despoiling the dead for a high
Rot Gut
A quart of blood for a quart of rye
Rot Gut
Brandy from bile makes a killer flambe'
Rot Gut
A jigger of rot gut makes my day
My moonshine goes with any dish
And makes belches taste like rancid fish
Hot lung-buttered rum is my specialty du jour
And an excellent rot gut hangover cure
Rot Gut
Despoiling the dead for a high
Rot Gut
A quart of blood for a quart of rye
Rot Gut
Brandy from bile makes a killer flambe'
Rot Gut
A jigger of rot gut makes my day
My cup runneth over
Bile gurgles down my throat
A beer bong of unraveled guts
Spills over with a suet-beer float
A carton of booze made from rancid secretions
Public hair garnish, the finishing touch
Vittreous vino, we heartily glug
But we’d never use alcohol as a crutch
ROT GUT !!!