| The Specimen lies there on the stone
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| Fluids bubbling from his nose
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| Tongue protruding from his mouth
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| Eyes all swollen popping out
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| Slice him open across his throat
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| Cut through muscle tissue and bone
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| Crimson blood spills on me
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| One more twist his head comes free
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| Cut in pieces, sealed up in packs
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| Hacked in the back and dumped in a sack
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| Cutting off the rotting palms
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| Wrap them up tight, put them in jars
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| Score from chest to pubic bone
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| Pull apart and cover your nose
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| Take out the stomach kidneys & liver
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| Serve up fried for a dainty dinner
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| Split the diaphragm under the ribs
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| Find the lungs, put your hands in
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| Cut in pieces, sealed up in packs
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| Hacked in the back and dumped in a sack
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| Hang the body in the shed
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| Using meat-hooks through the legs
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| Catch the blood as it drips from the stump
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| Like the others from the past
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| The naked belly, full of cysts
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| Smells so good, I can’t resist
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| I know inside this ones the best
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| As I eat the rotting chest |