Lyrics The Matter of Splatter - Job For A Cowboy

The Matter of Splatter

Pernicious — a ghastly Gordian quandary to elucidate
Pestiferous — a nebulous necrotic novelty to navigate
Labyrinthine — a contumely carnal conundrum to cogitate
Serpentine — an exulcerated entanglement to execrate
Hands stained and filthy from digging deep for the answer
That lies at the heart of the matter of splatter
Eschatological — the grave matters with which we struggle
Pathological — the perverse perpetuation of this purulent puzzle
Repugnant — the wretched riddle unravels in a reeking revelation
Repulsive — the final fetid farce yields such a rancid realization
Now your morbid curiosity may finally be answered
Deep in the heart of the matter of splatter
Go!
A morbid matter on which to meditate or mutilate
A deathly detail to deliberate and desiccate
A sombre study in which sagacity is tantamount to insanity
An insalubrious interest in the inhumed and the unsanitary
An unhealthy pursuit of the purulent and parturient
A feculent fixation upon the fetid filth and excrement
An exhaustive examination of the excreted and the exhumed
A tireless appetite to hill the silt atop the tomb
Nebulous — the sanguineous solution is seldom seen before the last
Amorphous — seemingly always six deep feet beyond your grasp
Funereal — carnal cartography to chart the course of life’s denouement
Corporeal — the wretched revelation that you sought proves harder to swallow
than you’d thought
That anatomy is destiny is the unforgiving answer
Culled from the heart of the matter of splatter