Lyrics Broken Hope

Broken Hope

The Necropants

The Nábrók: Necropants,

The death underwear,

One size will fit all.

Try them on to see,

Money flows like undead cum.

First you must get a living man's permission

To use his skin and scrotum post-mortem.

The Nábrók: Necropants,

The death underwear,

One size will fit all.

Try them on to see,

Money flows like undead cum.

The Nábrók: Necropants,

The death underwear,

One size will fit all.

Try them on to see,

Money flows like undead cum.

Silver in place of boy-batter.

Is that money in your crotch?

Or are you just happy to see me?

Flay the corpse in one piece from waist-down.

Exhume to "costume."

Step into these undead necropants.

Dead leg-flesh sticks your own flesh.

The necro-sac cups your balls.

Silver in place of boy-batter.

Money flows like undead cum.

But isn't it worth a funeral fortune?

Necropants become both a blessing and a curse.

Wearing them makes cash—but they feel so wrong.

The Nábrók: Necropants,

The death underwear,

One size will fit all.

Try them on to see,

Money flows like undead cum.