8 Kilograms of Meat Without Bones Lyrics

Past times child
Empty, shelfs
Toilet paper and vinegar
I feel hunger, like my ancestors
From eighties years
Like soviet heros from Leningrad
Kabila, Laurent Kabila

Come to me my baby
You know what "sandwich" is
Uncle Butch, here is your big, blunt knife
Come my byg dady,
Let's make porked chop
You are my beloved child
I feel my love with every bite
Now we are in unity
Come to me beautiful
Bodies of this world

Come and se my corpses collections
See, and say how much poetry they have