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With shovel in hand I'm making fashion history.
Wearing the hottest clothes you've ever seen.
I got them all from the local cemetery.
From a nice young man who died around 1640.
The dead have no fashion needs.
I don't need those frills and beads.
I'm on the look for denim dreams.
I said the dead have no fashion needs.
I'll look so good when I'm wearing a dead man's jeans.
Exhumed from the morgue's in London, New York, Paris.
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Elastic Bladder
02:31
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Death on the battle ground, blood stained flip flops.
Corpse pile up the hill, many of them have lost their heads.
Open fist, gaunt look. Not really for a fashion book.
Hanging by the throat, escorted in by the death boat.
Photos of disasters smiling over and over again.
Take one last look, you'll never see my face again.
Photos of disasters crying over and over again.
It's not the end, but you'll never see the sun again.
Magic powers of super proportions.
Teeth like towers, tits built to devour...
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Necro Supermarket
02:00
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Who's out shopping for limbs tonight.
Pieces of intestine how spongy.
Who's out buying long pig tonight.
3.42 a kilo.
In the bargain bin an out of date shin.
In the bargain bin an hairy...
Freshly dismembered nose and thigh.
Rose red fountain high how lovely.
Meat feast for the BBQ tonight.
With a salad of balls and eyes how lovely.
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Death Buns
00:25
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Death bun fun!
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Next spring you will die
02:24
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Killed by a bath nap
02:10
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Sweet smelling bubble bath.
Floating petals drift up your crack.
Shave those legs you're like a bear.
Time to drift off somewhere.
Far away you will fly.
Under the bubble sky.
Reach for the soap do a little trump.
Smash your head and fall like a lump
Burst your bum and lose your insides.
You've been maimed by a bath nap.
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Bullet salad
02:36
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Have you seen the state he's put me in.
I'll never go running back to him.
Feeding me well and shaving my head.
Now he has gone and left me for dead.
Fill them up you need 3 bags full, like it says in the manual.
Harvest them up you need 3 bags full, like it says in the manual.
Kill us all you need 3 bags fill, like it says in the manual.
Fill them up you need 3 bags full, like it says in the manual.
You're soaked in goats blood and dripping with love. I'm also missing a glove.
Fill them up you need 3 bags full, like it says in the manual.
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