Exhumed Lyrics
Exhumed Lyrics
"Nativity Obscene - A Nursery Chyme Lyrics"
One Boy, One Girl Lyrics
(Mark Alan Springer/Shaye Smith) He finally gave in to his friend's girlfriend when she said, "There's someone you should meet." At a crowded restaurant way cross town, He waited impatiently. When she walked in, Their eyes met, And they both stared. And right there and then, Everyone else disappeared, but... Chorus One bo
(Mark Alan Springer/Shaye Smith) He finally gave in to his friend's girlfriend when she said, "There's someone you should meet." At a crowded restaurant way cross town, He waited impatiently. When she walked in, Their eyes met, And they both stared. And right there and then, Everyone else disappeared, but... Chorus One bo
[Musick & Lyrixxx - Matt Harvey]
Calcified infant is a breach birth debacle
Natal necrolysis, destined for a formaldehyde-filled bottle
Caesarean section reveals the ghastly tot
An ossified infant, in its womb borne to rot
Livid and stiff ere its first breath is claimed
The rigid bundle of joy, catatonically maimed
Cold, dead and hard as it's exhumed from the womb
The uterus its cradle, and its moist fetid tomb...
Only scalpels left for playthings
Swaddling clothes bloody but not from chafing
Baptism by embalming solution
As the trocar facilities the cold blood's dilution...
Festered fetus drawn from the cavity in which it was conceived
Birth and death now unified, as the grotesque infant is
Real Pimp Lyrics
(feat. Ludacris) [Chorus: Nate Dogg] I'm a real P-I-M-P And I love the way the ladies shake that thang From a real G-A-N-G And the haters know this Dogg Pound Gangsta gang Nigga you can't fuck with me From the jump I told you I cannot be faded Never been no mystery Never took no shit and always got my thang [Nate Dogg] Let me teach
retrieved(feat. Ludacris) [Chorus: Nate Dogg] I'm a real P-I-M-P And I love the way the ladies shake that thang From a real G-A-N-G And the haters know this Dogg Pound Gangsta gang Nigga you can't fuck with me From the jump I told you I cannot be faded Never been no mystery Never took no shit and always got my thang [Nate Dogg] Let me teach
Livid osteopedion, breathless lungs still, cold and dry
Birth is just a forensic folly when in being born one dies
Birth and death in one fell breath, extract the corpse from her guts
The morbid birthing cavity is lavaged, torn and cut
Another tiny life that ended before it could begin
Another piece of human offal, to end up in the rubbish bin...
Neither gurgles nor cries escape its lifeless blue lips
Placenta disgorges amniotic fluid as the umbilical cord rips
Morbid nursery chymes fall on deaf little ears
As the dry-eyed infant incites parents to bitter tears...
Obstetric atrocity
With a casket for a crib
Nursery for an autopsy
Body bag for a bib...
Hush little baby, don't say a word
Rares Hill Lyrics
Last year at Lady Mary's fair when I was in Dundee I fell in with an old sweetheart and he being on a spree His company I did accept and with him I did go But to my sad misfortune it proved my poor 'through We wandered east we wandered west we wandered through the lawn He said he'd see me home that night but home I never saw He kept beside me all the while res
Last year at Lady Mary's fair when I was in Dundee I fell in with an old sweetheart and he being on a spree His company I did accept and with him I did go But to my sad misfortune it proved my poor 'through We wandered east we wandered west we wandered through the lawn He said he'd see me home that night but home I never saw He kept beside me all the while res
Mama's going to have to get a casket reserved
But if your body is too decomposed
The coffin door will have to stay closed
A babe in her arms
Not safe from harm
When the water breaks, the cradle will rot
A nursery chyme with no happy ending, left in the wastebasket, dead and
forgot...
[Lead - Matt]
Another corpse to carve for pathologists and their ilk
Nursed on embalming fluid, no use crying over silt mother's milk
Silent baby rattles stilled
The doctor's gloved hands deliver the babe into a grave that now is filled
Morbid anatomy technicians are the child's only playmates
Callously dissecting, the infantile inanimate
A bloodied dissecting table serves as the young one's tomb and trundle
Irving Gordon / Allan Roberts / Alvin S. Kaufman Me, myself and I Are all in love with you We all think you're wonderful We do Me, myself and I Have just one point of view We're convinced There's no one else like you It can't be denied dear You brought the sun to us We'd be satisfied dear If you, you'd belong to one of us
Dead before ever being alive to die
Eyes closed forever ere the first tear could dry
Mouth sealed by rigor mortis before the first newborn cry
Dissected infant on the table, dead-cut and dry...
Newborn fatality
Whose playpen is a slab
Lifeless nativity
Diminutive toes to be tagged...
Now I lay you down to sleep
Your putrid flesh not long to keep
If you should rot before you wake
Then leave your corpse for the worms to take
In the cold corridors in the sterile, dead morgue
Sobs are heard from the maternity ward
But from the mouth of babes, no sound escapes
In this nativity obscene behind mortuary drapes...