I Work For The Streetcleaner Lyrics - Horror Of The Zombies - Impetigo

I work for the streetcleaner 

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!!!