Carcass Despicable 1. The Living Dead at the Manchester Morgue The Living Dead at the Manchester Morgue I’m Only Haunted by the living No Phantasm, Ghoul Spectre Pursuits me Na Ageless Ecolic True Ghost History A Mellancholic Gloomy Blanket Conforting Overcast nebula of impeding dread A dimming contentemente dissipates Divinely baptised in misery An Obstuse Benumbing Merciless Fate Recognise, realise the truth that it’s me who is haunting you Repeat verses 1 & 2 I Waltz/Walk among the living dead A gutteral Ballent An atrocious funeration Morbid/gruesome Parqueette Calignous Philosophy Persisteng Hauntology Firmly Bludgeoned So let them lie Dissolving/Reposing six feet under in the quicklime In their own lives The supne mortified petrified Let bleeding corpse Lie So let them lie - materialisation So let them lie – tactle visitation 2. The Long and Winding Bier Road The Requality of Death, We are not amused With Mouthfull of boo, the somothering of the muse Deprived of Breath, set the grubs consumo In the absense of God – Please Turn out The lights as you leave, leave the room Take a Stroll down the bierroad Down to the Memory cemetery, go You Walk alone down the corpse road Down to the Memory cemetery where Tombstones are Sown The Judgecherry of the believe, your own grave you escavate Please come swallow my pride a gag your own mistakes Yet still there’s no tears of grief, a Clown with a face that never smiles But please believe when I say that I’m Dying of Laughter inside The extoxicante perfume of this Inhumane refluxe In the majesty of death the dirt you Are suposed consumed Deceased inside, entombed alive Subjugate the beasts or by the Suffocationg smothering teat Theliving dissifie, deseased inside Falling on death ears a bedtime bell Book and candle for you Deceased inside, entombed alive Subjugate the beasts or by the Book and candle smouldering just for you Life is a funeral bitch 3. Under the Scalpel Blade Under the scalpel blade You're the slithering Ectothermal White serpent, Sigma The Aldrich Weller Swann-Morton and sterilance Caduceus rise Caduceus writhe You're the wriggling Squirming worm Annelid Ailee Hill rom The Hoffman geister feather and Auro lab Caduceus rise Caduceus writhe The serpent thrives From the maternity ward To the cold morgue Under the knife, the tensile scalpel blade Theater of operations The cruciform staff and Snake Snake Under the knife, the tensile scalpel blade Theater of operations The caress of exquisite Pain Pain Under the scalpel blade! Caduceus rise Caduceus writhe The serpent thrives From the maternity ward To the cold morgue Yeah! Caduceus rise The serpent thrives! Under the knife, the tensile scalpel blade Theater of operations The cruciform staff and Snake Snake Under the knife, the tensile scalpel blade Theater of operations The caress of exquisite Pain Pain Under the knife, the tensile scalpel blade Theater of operations The cruciform staff and Snake Snake Under the scalpel... The scalpel blade 4. Slaughtered in Soho Excercicing demons, Excorcising Reason.... Thirsty temperence will no suduce this temper seasoned There’s no solace to be found in this Southern descomfort A toast to Lilithcide, the unholy spirit image Slaughtered, wasted, legless, Half cut Slaughtered Nefarious narrative in the morbid drowning Simply a matter o liver of deaath Or Am I merely bathing I watch your life melt away like warm Ice in a empty glass Play host to the demon seed Don’t you know, not only women bleed Slaughtered-Last orders, legless, harmless, Half cut Slaughtered-always down the worst an never across Slaughtered-it is Always better to have loathed and lost A Hellion on Earth, to this a glass I raise Granden consumption, the bitterness I can almost taste Deadly libation, lugus naturae host Last rites, Last orders, deadly comastosed Whitechapel will never be mine So another drink I shall be inbide The leather apron rules divine, the true Pos paradigm