Anal Obsession - Morbid Anal Lyrics

In the grave yard on a foggy night, shovel in hand
Time to exhume and enact your master plan
Walking among the deceased, it's like a buffet
Selecting what you want to eat, for tonight's anal feast
You come across an old tombstone"Here lies our dear sweet Carl"
You would like to have a taste, into the soil you plant the shovel
Digging for what feels like hours, anticipation growing fast
You feel your shovel hit something hard, almost time to feed at last
Morbid Anal, I cannot wait
Like an angel, beautiful on my plate
Morbid Anal, what a tasty treat
Make my belly full, it tastes so sweet
Rip the casket open, jump right in
Carl's mostly decomposed, you rotate him
Flip him over carefully, exposing his tasty ass
Watching the maggots feast, on his ass crack
Dive right in, swallowing maggots, poop, and hair
Biting down on his butt, rotten flesh you tear
Choking down his prostate, it's mostly turned to goo
Have you found you true soul mate at this anal barbecue
Morbid Anal, I cannot wait
Like an angel, beautiful on my plate
Morbid Anal, what a tasty treat
Make my belly full, it tastes so sweet
You've been feasting all night long, your meal is almost over
You didn't notice the sun rising, the grave keeper comes over
He has caught you in the act, your mouth full of Carl's ass
He grabs your shovel and rears back, the last thing you hear is smack
Morbid Anal, I cannot wait
Like an angel, beautiful on my plate
Morbid Anal, what a tasty treat
Make my belly full, it tastes so sweet
Many hours pass you by, until you finally awake
Your ass in horrendous pain, the room smells of steak
There stands the grave keeper, his mouth full of meat
In his hands a giant cleaver, in the other, your cooked ass cheek.