I Am Your Flesh Lyrics

Rain by the bucket load, a hearse sulked through the night
A peckish driver craving the taste of something sweet and light
The grim ride quietly pulls up to the edge of the curb
And the solitary driver steps out not uttering a word
Casket hauled out through the back of the funeral home
Knocking over the ever watching frost-bitten garden gnome
a tall skullet-haired undertaker steps toward the oak box
And pours a couple glasses of whiskey on the rocks
Lips are smacked, stomachs groan and the stainless steel comes out
A mortuary hacking session as the pair much about
Grabbing kidney, liver and brain in a post mortem attack
Oiling up a fucking frill using bacterial dental plaque
A gruesome one way meal upon human flesh the macabre dine
the high point of a worthless life washed down with a bottle of wine
Flesh ripped to pieces and rudimentary autopsy performed
Select herbs and seasonings for brain matter now transformed
From living tissue to a hastily prepared midnight snack
Culinary art for those whose tastes are off the beaten track