Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Work for the Streetcleaner, artist - Impetigo. Date of issue: 12.01.2013
Song language: English
I Work for the Streetcleaner |
| I work for the streetcleaner |
| When the work day is done |
| I bring home some organs |
| For some late night necrophiliac fun… |
| I clean up the toll of the highway mishap |
| Blood and twisted steel are dnine |
| The gore in my hands will be smeared on my love |
| And the cadaver I carry will be mine |
| My lover and I are pathetic |
| Fellating the bones of the dead |
| Fornication with the remnants of the dismembered carcasses |
| Sodomizing the worm eaten head… |
| We bathe in the blood of the unlucky stiffs |
| Keep their eyes, tongues and brains in glass cases |
| Smear our naked writhing bodies in the grue and pus |
| Lick the rotted sinews from their mangled beaten faces |
| We are aroused and enticed, my lover and I, |
| By the sanguine stench of the deaceased |
| We writhe among piles of gelatinous dead flesh |
| And suck the hepatic tissue of the diseased |
| I’ll procure the corpses 'til my storage shelves are full |
| I remove the fluids from your skull… |
| Jars of preservation fluids |
| Inhale the nauseating fumes |
| On the wall decaying |
| purulent corpses |
| Putrefying in my room… |
| I feel the clots on my face and skin |
| The carnage of the violently expelled |
| Masturbate with the blood of mutilated stiff |
| Explose with carnal joy among the entrails |
| Writhing an dwiggling in a bed full of death |
| My inhibitions existing no more |
| French kissing the skulls, the foetid breath |
| Making love to the cadaverous whore |
| We are psychotic, my lover and I |
| Only the sick couls share our delight |
| We take turns mounting the detestable stiff |
| Our moans continue through out the night… |
| The jellified skin running through my hands |
| The joy of arousal from the dead corpses touch |
| The necrotic thirst for unconcenable love |
| The love a corpse cannot give too much… |
| I’ll procure the corpses 'til my storage shelves are full |
| I remove the fluids from your skull… |
| I work for the streetcleaner |
| And though it’s never been said |
| It’s fun to be paid |
| To dispose of the recently dead |
| The insane lust of the necrophile |
| A bizarre emotion that cannot be described |
| The thrill of violence and its horrible result |
| Creates an urge from which our sickness derives |
| Tonight we will indulge in forbidden delight |
| To quench our desires, it’s what we must do |
| Beware if you drive on the highway tonight |
| The next cadaver we fuck might be you!!! |