Carcass

Someone's in cold storage

Seeking Heinz main-courses

Craving for a raw love

He'll hide you from the cleaver

He'll hang with you forever

Longing for a fresh meat

By hook or by crook

You'll be first in his book

For an impaled affair

By hook or by crook

You'll be last in his book

Of flesh oh so rare

Be a carcass... be a dead pork

Be limblessly in love

Be a carcass...be a dead pork

Be limblessly in love

Someone's left in cold storage

Thawed in Heinz main-courses

Carving for a new tin

He got you with the cleaver

He hung you up forever

Anticipating new skin

Out of the frying pan

And into the fire

58th variety

Out of the frying pan

And into the fire

Mother had her son for tea

Be a carcass...be a dead pork

Be limblessly in love

Be a carcass...be a dead pork

Be limblessly in love

In love with your stumps

In love with the bleeding

In love with the pain

That you once felt

As you become a carcass

You become a carcass

Carcass