Centrifuged, Washed and Strangled - Corpsefucking Art‎

All I know is I love to do the laundry

Set the right program, fill the basket with bodies

I usually fill it with over-sized chef ladies

But I couldn’t help it this time around

Grandma was so intrusive

I had to kill her

Kept her mouth shut

With a smelly sock

Couldn’t talk about soap operas.

I’m gonna miss her pies

Centrifuged, Washed and Strangled

Think again before knocking at my door

And telling me about odd numbers

They’re all clean

They’re all clean

They’re all clean

By washing machine

It felt so good to knit

A nice scarf from her guts

Centrifuged, Washed and Strangled

Centrifuged, Washed and Strangled

Over the last week

I took the clothes of seven chefs

Now my potatoes

Will stay underground

They’re all clean

They’re all clean

They’re all clean

By washing machine