[performed by The Kill]
Nobody knows
About the bones
Stashed up the back of the shed
Haven't told my friends
About the heads
Buried under the bricks
My neighbors
Will never see
The fingers in the fridge
Nobody knows
About all the blood
That's gone down the sink
Or the chopped up guts
Or the butchered flesh
Or the human brains
I'm currently digesting
Concealing the brains
I'm digesting
Got a mad collection
Nobody knows
Got indigestion
But I can not stop
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