Someone's in cold storage Seeking Heinz main-courses Craving for a raw love He'll hide you from the cleaver He'll hang with you forever Longing for a fresh meat
By hook or by crook You'll be first in his book For an impaled affair By hook or by crook You'll be last in his book Of flesh oh so rare
Be a carcass... be a dead pork Be limblessly in love Be a carcass... be a dead pork Be limblessly in love
Someone's left in cold storage Thawed in Heinz main-courses Carving for a new tin He got you with the cleaver He hung you up forever Anticipating new skin
Out of the frying pan And into the fire 58th variety
Out of the frying pan And into the fire Mother had her son for tea
Be a carcass... be a dead pork Be limblessly in love Be a carcass... be a dead pork Be limblessly in love
In love with your stumps In love with the bleeding In love with the pain That you once felt As you become a carcass You become a carcass Carcass... carcass... carcrash