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Zimmers holeWhen You Were Shouting At The Devil... We Were In League With Satan
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Who says there is no use for the dearly departed
Just make a fist and the party has started
Show appreciation for the dead
They never complain about giving head

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Fits your hand just like a glove
Now embrace that necro love
Nothing finer than rotten vagina
Oh how sweet, the rancid meat

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And now sweet corpse, one last caress
As I fondle a putrid breast
Now you fist bang the open vag-anus
Just kick the bucket, and we'll make ya famous

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