Scab Made Out of Faeces Songtext
von Dead Kid Harvester

Let me tell you about
This week′s casserole
It really fills that hole
Oh but the taste
Is like human waste and I
Wish I'd never been born at all

Let me tell you about
My relationship with Nicole
I really fill her hole
Oh but her face
Is like something else and so
When I bring a condom
I pack a paper bag as well

A scab made out of faeces
Can really stop the bleeding
Oh but the smell
Is a kind of rotting hell and you
Wish you′d never thought of the idea at all


Let me tell you about
This week's casserole
It's like a scab made out of faeces
Scab made out of faeces
It really fills that hole
Oh but the taste
Is like used toothpaste on mouldy bread so I
Open a can of dog food instead

Let me tell you about
My relationship with Nicole
I′m like a scab made out of faeces
Scab made out of faeces
I really fill her hole
Oh but her body
Is like a giant lump of porridge so I
Close my eyes and think of Mary Elizabeth Winstead instead

A scab made out of faeces
Is a ridiculous idea
But if you′re ever out in the woods
And get mauled by a bear
Just take a shit and smear it
On that stump where your arm was before
And you'll live happily ever more
But you might need some deodorant