When the work day is done
  I bring home some organs
  For some late night necrophiliac fun...
  I clean up the toll of the highway mishap
  Blood and twisted steel are dnine
  The gore in my hands will be smeared on my love
  And the cadaver I carry will be mine
  My lover and I are pathetic
  Fellating the bones of the dead
  Fornication with the remnants of the dismembered carcasses
  Sodomizing the worm eaten head...
  We bathe in the blood of the unlucky stiffs
  Keep their eyes, tongues and brains in glass cases
  Smear our naked writhing bodies in the grue and pus
  Lick the rotted sinews from their mangled beaten faces
  We are aroused and enticed, my lover and I,
  By the sanguine stench of the deaceased
  We writhe among piles of gelatinous dead flesh
  And suck the hepatic tissue of the diseased
  I'll procure the corpses 'til my storage shelves are full
  I remove the fluids from your skull...

  Jars of preservation fluids
  Inhale the nauseating fumes
  On the wall decaying
  purulent corpses
  Putrefying in my room...
  I feel the clots on my face and skin
  The carnage of the violently expelled
  Masturbate with the blood of mutilated stiff
  Explose with carnal joy among the entrails
  Writhing an dwiggling in a bed full of death
  My inhibitions existing no more
  French kissing the skulls, the foetid breath
  Making love to the cadaverous whore
  We are psychotic, my lover and I
  Only the sick couls share our delight
  We take turns mounting the detestable stiff
  Our moans continue through out the night...
  The jellified skin running through my hands
  The joy of arousal from the dead corpses touch
  The necrotic thirst for unconcenable love
  The love a corpse cannot give too much...
  I'll procure the corpses 'til my storage shelves are full
  I remove the fluids from your skull...

  I work for the streetcleaner
  And though it's never been said
  It's fun to be paid
  To dispose of the recently dead
  The insane lust of the necrophile
  A bizarre emotion that cannot be described
  The thrill of violence and its horrible result
  Creates an urge from which our sickness derives
  Tonight we will indulge in forbidden delight
  To quench our desires, it's what we must do
  Beware if you drive on the highway tonight
  The next cadaver we fuck might be you