Prone on the operating table Deep incision aliced on inanimate flesh I love my disgusting equipment Needless, scalpels and brain acoops to diagnose death
Wearing the disguise of the working class I use my occupation to fulfill my desires, When you're dead you'll be mine at last You cold, naked body, recently
The bleak sun rises through the smog stained clouds The day begins in a very somber way The stench of the dead in the Manchester morgue The stench of
By day I plot the downfall of society I devise devious plans of retribution Night falls and I am out on the streets Distributing my "political contributions
Make love to your innards Lick your shredded flesh With relish I fondle This mutilated mess I spill your fucking entrails Nail a spike into your head
[Lyrics and music: Stevo / january 1990] Strolling through my boneyard A ghoulish midnight stride A walk among the corpses Fills my heart with pride...
[Lyrics: Stevo /october 1989 / Music: Stevo and Scott /april 1991] Make love to your innards Lick your shredded flesh With relish I fondle This mutilated
[lyrics: Scott "chainsaw" Lesperance /1990 / Music: Stevo and Dan /august 1991] Your life is in danger... Beware of the cannibal whores Keep your distance
[lyrics and music: Stevo /march 1990] By day I plot the downfall of society I devise devious plans of retribution Night falls and I am out on the streets
[lyrics: Stevo /february 1990 / music: Stevo and Mark /april 1991] Stench of death, the worm eaten flesh The wicked fires burn, I'm the last survivor
[Lyrics and music: Stevo / february 1990] I work for the streetcleaner When the work day is done I bring home some organs For some late night necrophiliac
[lyrics and music: Stevo /may 199?] Stalking through the black of night Unholy ghoul's lust for blood The human vampire in the crypt The seek dead flesh
His nose is drippy, his hair are nappy, His teeth are yellow, his skin is scabby His ass is so smelly it'll clear out any moshing pit His tongue is nasty
Prone on the operating table Deep incision sliced on inanimate flesh I love my disgusting equipment Needles, scalpels, and brain scoops to diagnose death
Stench of rot and filth prevails You fight against the iron chains to not avail Strung up in my chamber of torture and sin Baked and sweating, let the
Cold dark night, nerves are tense Strange sounds out of nowhere, the fog is dense You lay in your bed quaking with fright Shadows in the hallway, something
[Lyrics: Stevo /february 1990 / Music: Stevo and Mark /january 1991] Wearing the disguise of the working class I use my occupation to fulfill my desires
I was created to destroy you You're time is near When you least expect it, Dying time is here! I'll find you at a party You're drinking your beer I"ll