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A big belly, a chainsaw The slaughterer and the ones to be slaughtered An outpatient, a mercenary A rubber cloth and a principle The meat grinder and the slaughterer’s bum* spin in the beat of the hammer Those circular saws, bring a message The crematory of death Then the blood flares up When the tall and sweaty heavymetal man** yells Eyes spurt out of the head When he throws up on the floor He sits beside Virgin Mary and farts pillars of fire into the sky He kneels in front of the Pope And throws the Pope's dinner into the water Bad ugly, motordick*** The strangler and the ones to be strangled A mercenary, an open patient A rubber cloth is the principle
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