paroles de chanson Body Parts - Ces Cru
Pop
the
lock
box
swingin'
the
sledge
My
freezer
full
of
body
parts:
Legs,
arms
and
heads
I
keep
the
intestines
in
bottles
right
up
under
my
bed
A
batch
of
bladders
bottled
up
in
the
shed
I
chuckled
and
said
"Steven
keep
it
cool
and
come
walking
in
my
direction
Nothing
personal,
I
need
your
intestines
for
my
collection"
Fetching
for
a
serial
killer
But
not
fo'
rilla
No
protection
when
I'm
snatching
your
bladder
like
it
was
thriller
Pounced
on
him
like
a
gorilla
The
vertically
flipped
the
[?]
for
life
Covered
his
mouth,
turned
him
over,
stabbed
him
in
the
back
twice
Now
in
a
pity
the
blood
is
starting
to
come
out
of
his
body
With
a
Collie
growling
at
the
gate
that
won't
leave
me
alone
See
I
realised
the
mess
I
made
dragging
him
out
the
trunk
Plus
I'm
too
faded
to
operate
then
cleaned
it
all
up
Visual
Shutdown
Stitch
with
a
serial
killer
shuts
down
Killing
Steven
because
there
wasn't
no
such
brown
Dragging
a
365
pound
carcass
around
Not
suspected
just
because
I
ain't
the
weirdest
in
town
I
was
making
the
nightly
rounds
in
my
dusty
police
cruiser
Working
the
graveyard,
alcoholic
abuser
Kahlua
in
my
coffee
Box
of
donuts
on
the
dash
Creepin'
in
50
mils
an
hour
with
a
limp
foot
on
the
gas
Passing
by
dark
houses
its
lights
out,
its
looking
quiet
A
burst
of
a
barking
dog
in
the
night
Breaking
the
silence
I
put
on
my
front
lights
and
my
brights
Straining
my
eyes
trying
to
find
a
sign
of
violence
With
an
anxious
pain
in
my
privates
I
spied
it-
What
looked
to
be
a
Collie
on
a
leash
On
the
other
side
of
the
gate
with
red
stains
on
its
feet
Hopping
out
of
the
cruiser
Approaching
the
place
with
gun
drawn
Danger
was
inherent
but
upon
me
it
doesn't
dawn
So
I
stumbled
along
the
lawn
trying
to
be
cautious
Shaking
my
head
to
get
sober
The
blood's
making
me
nauseous
Swallowing
hard,
scared
Following
bloody
paw
prints
Knowing
that
the
killer
was
close
in
my
subconscious
I
heard
some
footsteps
Either
the
dead
is
walking
or
the
gig's
up
I
heard
something
inside
the
house
Its
time
for
my
pace
to
pick
up
Blood
on
the
patio
for
that
little
Collie
to
lick
up
I
put
my
gun
in
the
holster
started
picking
my
night
stick
up
Too
much
evidence
Its
evident
I'm
not
alone
in
residence
So
I
expose
the
blade
again
except
without
the
hesitance
So
who's
there
Answer
or
I'm
coming
out
and
stabbin'
Put
your
hand
up
and
weapons
down
This
is
officer
Gavin
of
the
KC
police
We've
got
the
property
surrounded
Shit
I
don't
believe
in
that
when
no
sirens
have
even
sounded
Got
a
running
start
at
the
house
And
put
my
shoulder
to
the
door
I
broke
the
hinges,
lost
my
balance
Dropped
my
light
stick
on
the
floor
It
mad
a
splash
Focused
on
the
horror
scene
before
me
Feeling
this
real
life
not
a
Stephen
King
story
I
felt
the
knife
hot
in
my
back
He
must
have
stabbed
me
from
behind
And
then
again
in
the
same
spot
but
much
harder
this
time
I'm
giving
in
He's
twisting
it
Scraping
against
my
spine
[?]
Blood
running
down
my
sides
Body
parts
(Body
parts)
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