The Immaculate Defecation Songtext
von Impaled

A toilet′s bowl is an ideal surface
For anal irrigation and anal shit
For sexual mass and post-fallal run
For the leach field gastric fun
Excuse me, sir, you've been
On the toilet for a business, sittin′ like a bum
You're in a bathroom retreat, a few snaps for rent
Retard myself, look to the brim
Purge out the swine and gas
Through which the sludge is passed Call it back in kind
It always hurts the first time
Pain
Perforate
Remove the drain
Flatten the toilet rim
And invert the curve
Stagnation's bowl
Durex laces my hole


Debonair, who′s lacking in grace
Your fingers used to stuff your face
Your bleached scaly knee, a wretched stew
Fall under the bowl of butt hole stew
Red as wine, please, the dissected pad
Temperatures rise, feeds your heart
Fall in doubt, you bounce to the bowels
Eating levitation, a secret post-fallal whore
Drenched in babble, you pose on one knee
Bursting at the gush of wee
The things you′ve done in the past
The time is immense
You're proud to feel your trousers again