Night Soil 歌词

A new coproph-age, by pedung I am plagued Inhaling the flatulence with which I am rife Soon to be undone by my own dung The first day of the rest of my life Swimming in refuse and imbibing the cess Overwhelmed by sewage and sickly excess Nostrils rebuked by an olfactory assault Alveoli and ordure forcefully gestalt Uvula encrusted with night-soil Crepitous taste Treading stool, exhausted by the toil Trachea burdened with occidentals To the brim with waste My sphincter has proven wholly detrimental A new coproph-age, by pedung I am plagued Inhaling the flatulence with which I am rife I find I am undone by my own dung The last day of the rest of my life Unable to endure excreta and manure Trapped in this toilet Can longer withstand my bowel remnants Mouth is full of shit (solo: "My Bowl Runneth Over..." by L.d. Muerte) Drowning in post-intestinal sludge Receiving my just desserts in rectal fudge Serendipitously succumb to the vast amounts of bung The turds on the tip of my tongue Fæces slither down my oesophageal tract Left in extremis, I'm resigned to the fact Offspring of my arse, liquescent bloody shites