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Mama

de Carnival in Coal

There's a hole in my pocket
And my hand through the hole
And my crotch beats the rhythm
Of the flashing light

It's a little too early
To pick up a bone
Or steal a souvenir
Out of a body bag

Crashes and drownings and arson fires
The birth and the breeding of desire
Meet me at the scene of the crime
Hiding a satisfaction smile, say

Blood-o-rama oyoyo Can you feel it
Ain't nothing better to feel alive
Smell of coma oyoyo I can't help it
Gets me relaxed and bucked up
Ain't no drama oyoyo just forget it
There's no reason there's no cause
Splattered remains overdose
Cartilage holocaust

I heard a neck snappin'
Think I heard a jaw crackin'
Drunk at the wheel
Here's another pal crashin'

Half naked bodies lying dislocated
Wide opened torsos, members isolated
A real delight for the eyes
The real beauty is inside
(Check out the real beauty)

Humerus, radius, humerus, radius
Duodenum...
Cerebellum...
Sacrum...
Chewing-Gum...

Blood-o-rama oyoyo Can you feel it
Ain't nothing better to feel alive
Smell of coma oyoyo I can't help it
Gets me relaxed and bucked up
Ain't no drama oyoyo just forget it
There's no reason there's no cause
Splattered remains overdose
Cartilage holocaust

I heard a neck snappin'
I thought I heard a neck snappin'

All right

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