Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Suspicious Chunks , by - Ghoul. Song from the album We Came for the Dead!!!, in the genre Release date: 11.01.2002
Record label: Tankcrimes
Song language: English
Suspicious Chunks |
| A hatchet is employed to chop and dice |
| Cleaving meat from bone |
| With a sickening slice |
| Butchered and bagged with expert skill |
| So the neighborhood bums can get their fill |
| Curdled fat and spetic bowels |
| Are filler for our graveyard chow |
| Our prices are dirt cheap |
| For premium cuts of meat |
| And you’re in denial |
| About just what it is that you eat |
| Human limbs in a grinder, shoved |
| Extruding manburger, a cut above |
| Reeking torsos hang on hooks |
| Too rotten to sell, they’re kept for looks |
| The spoils of the night before |
| Are set to dry upon a rack |
| The cheese that forms in rotting fat |
| We spread on crackers for midnight snacks |
| The feet of stillborn babies |
| Are poached in boiling chyme |
| A shot of formaldehyde, on the rocks |
| Does the trick everytime |
| Our slaughterhouse is bathed in blood |
| Steaming organs slowly bake |
| Eviscerated bodies swing |
| Exposed vertebrae break |
| Ribs are spiced and barbecued |
| Sent to market in cripsy hunks |
| The townsfolk are none the wiser |
| As they dine on suspicious chunks |
| Our botulism soup caused quite a scare |
| And the tainted mince pies |
| May have been a little rare |
| But all in all our meat is of the highest quality |
| We get it from the rich part of the cemetery |
| Purple brains adorn their plates |
| Our ghoulish goulash sure tastes great |
| Bladders filled with bootlegged gin |
| Pickled tongues in rusty tins |
| And if they have no taste for those; |
| Eyeballs stuffed with pimentos |
| Into our meats, each penny sunk |
| These fools devour suspicious chunks |