| Repulsive slab of pasty meat
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| Torqued wide with craftsman’s pride
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| Revealing a slick tub of grime
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| I slide my arms deftly inside
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| This husk once sentient
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| Now on the cusp of pestilence
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| In science’s name I rent
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| A grisly educational end
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| Finding and excising anatomy
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| Mustering my knowledge of postmortem history
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| Instructed and guided by
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| The infamous anatomist-Giovanni Morgagni
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| I find the liver lobed
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| In cirrhotic hold
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| I scrape arterial plaque
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| Flay pericardial sacs
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| Disease invariably ends with me
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| I cave it from the corpse for further study
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| Human shelf life proved once again
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| The tax of living corrupts unerringly
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| Necrolytic bubbling, chymic innards splash
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| Soupy rot sprays from gastric mush
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| Piping putrefaction makes gruel of its host
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| Fogged moisture beads my dripping face guard
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| Grotesque anatomy
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| Students of disease
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| Organic debris
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| Lessons from Morgagni
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| Opened stiffs
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| Olidious whiffs
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| Putrefaction pours
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| Spilling gore
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| Hunting down diseases, divining macabre truth
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| Sickened innards coo, squirting enzymic clues
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| Tracking pathogenic progress to its end
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| Retching from the answers found therein
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| Organs are sorted, labeled, and weighed
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| Adroitly butchering carcasses, for which I’m well paid
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| To anatomic manuals, I steadfastly abide
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| It’s the only method to navigate while inside
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| The amazing human machine
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| Inside out is rarely seen
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| I’ve patiently toiled and trained
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| To make it my stock and trade |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Morgagnic Anatomics , by - The County Medical Examiners. Song from the album Olidous Operettas, in the genre Метал