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TASTY GORE LYRICS
"Tasty Gore Live" (1999)
1. Chelsea Rose
2. She Tasted Like Chicken
3. Wet Dreams
4. American Psycho
5. Cannabis Corpus
6. Slug Guts
1. Chelsea Rose
I stare in to her milky eyes as she's hanging there
I love the way my fingers feel running through her hair
I hold her close and she would hold me
But, she has ragged stumps where her arms used to be
I kiss her ear, her throat, and her shoulder
Running my toungue on the meathooks that hold her
My wandering hands love the feel of her flesh
As tenderly I suckle on her rotting breast
.....Oh Chelsea Rose
Her bodies been torn completely in two
Leaving her pelvis as a big gaping wound
My erection is throbbing as I slide up in to
And whisper the words.....
I'll always love you!
2. She Tasted Like Chicken
She stares at me with hollow eyes
Her cheeks are sunken in
Maggots hatch between her thighs
And crawl throughout her skin
It looks so good I spread her knees
Stick my tongue in to her crotch
Suck her hole for its disease
And chew on chunks of rot
I grab her hips and slam her home on my throbbing pusted bone
I cant believe the way she feels as her flesh soft slowly peels
And reveals the meat below I tear a chunk off of the bone
On the putrid rot I chew as I fucked her in the wound
I fucked her in the wound.......
3. Wet Dreams
Blood splashed walls
Maggots start to fall to the floor
Festered open sores in my chest
Tortured infant flesh
Childrens screams are all spewing forth....
In my wet dreams
A heaping mound of dripping chunks
Wading through the bloody sludge
Buried deep in the quivering mass
Bathing in a feces bath
I can't believe the way it feels
As soft slowly flesh is peeled
The distant sound of childrens sreams
Are all spewing forth....
In my wet dreams
Dripping ichor from dismembered limbs
Pools of blood in which chunks of flesh swim
Organs are bulging from an open gut wound
The stench of a freshly desecrated tomb
Open sores rank with disease and germs
All seem to me to be....
Like the beauty of a dead worm
4. American Psycho
i wait for you, it's late at night, quick look around no one's in site
just off work, it's time to head home.
as you unlock your car, you're not alone
i grab you from behind before you realize.
gouging out your eyes, my smile's your last sight
my smile's your last sight
i shove you in your car and listen to you scream
turning the ignition, laughing while you bleed
a cop drives by and waves at me, but he never stops 'cause he can't see
he never stops 'cause he can't see, he never stops 'cause he can't see...
you're my victim now
there is no reason why
you are my next victim
and now it's time to die!
5. Cannabis Corpus
Wandering through Washelli
When much to my surprise
I saw something so lovely
It brought tears to my bloodshot eyes
Three feet tall it had to stand
I slapped my forehead with my hand
I stopped in shock and stared of course
For on its stem grew twisted thorns
The buds were fat and plentiful
So I pulled out my trusty bowl
'Cause I just had to have a taste
Of marijuana from the grave
Cannabis corpus.....
Dark green it was and crystallized
Smelling of formaldehyde
With hairs the color of rotting corpse
It looked like a job for my propane torch
I fired it up and took a toke
Of the dark post-mortem smoke
Held it in until I choked
And then the lights went out
Cannabis corpus.....
I stare in to an emptiness, there's absolutely nothing left
I start to scream hysterically and claw until my fingers bleed
For growing from my abdomen, the roots that feed the thorny stem
Digging deep in to my chest and feasting on my rotting flesh
Cannabis corpus.....
6. Slug Guts
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