Old Funeral Devoured Carcass
Lost in a land in the middle of nowhere
Body bolted to the gournd
Trunk-liquor dries in sores
Unsupported on mothers floor
Impossible to stand the heat
Ants begin to eat the meat
Trunk-liquor dries in sores
Unsupported on mothers floor
Solo Padde
Solo Christian
In a hour the vultures will get their food
Solo Tore
They're just now in the eating mood
Towards it comes an adder
It starts to eat the urine bladder
When the snake has had his lunch
The head is just an empty conch
Solo Christian
This is dainty to the tarantulas
Solo Tore
A relay is this rotting carcass
Lost in a land in the middle of nowhere
Body bolted to the gournd
Trunk-liquor dries in sores
Unsupported on mothers floor
