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Bound and gaggd in a black pot
Seared and flavoured with herbs and salt
Marinated slowly in a secret sauce
Roasted and served as sumptuous course
They dribble and drool as I try and get loose
Stewing slowly in my own juice
Rubbing their tummies and licking their lips
Devoured me up and served with chips
By the time they're done there'll be no one left around
Just a special bus full of mutants geeks and downs
We'll be beaten tender so we taste real nice
When we're sliced and diced and served with rice
By the hobblin, wobbling, stammering spacks
And the inbred freaks with misshapen backs
Demented 'tards with missing teeth
Cutting me up and chewing on my meat
Masticated by the spasticated
Put me in a pot, put me in the pain
Boil up my bones, fry my glands
Take away my heart, put it in the coals
Slice me up fine, serve me in bowls
Checks my eyes for signs of life
Masticated by the spasticated
I black ou as he sharpens his knife
Masticated by the spasticated
By the time they're done there'll be no one left around
Masticated by the spasticated
Just a special bus full of mutants geeks and downs
Masticated by the spasticated
We'll be beaten tender so we taste real nice
Masticated by the spasticated
When we're sliced and diced and served with rice
Masticated by the spasticated
Seared and flavoured with herbs and salt
Marinated slowly in a secret sauce
Roasted and served as sumptuous course
They dribble and drool as I try and get loose
Stewing slowly in my own juice
Rubbing their tummies and licking their lips
Devoured me up and served with chips
By the time they're done there'll be no one left around
Just a special bus full of mutants geeks and downs
We'll be beaten tender so we taste real nice
When we're sliced and diced and served with rice
By the hobblin, wobbling, stammering spacks
And the inbred freaks with misshapen backs
Demented 'tards with missing teeth
Cutting me up and chewing on my meat
Masticated by the spasticated
Put me in a pot, put me in the pain
Boil up my bones, fry my glands
Take away my heart, put it in the coals
Slice me up fine, serve me in bowls
Checks my eyes for signs of life
Masticated by the spasticated
I black ou as he sharpens his knife
Masticated by the spasticated
By the time they're done there'll be no one left around
Masticated by the spasticated
Just a special bus full of mutants geeks and downs
Masticated by the spasticated
We'll be beaten tender so we taste real nice
Masticated by the spasticated
When we're sliced and diced and served with rice
Masticated by the spasticated
Lyrics submitted by Bloodmouth
Masticated by the Spasticated Lyrics as written by David Hewitt Ben Mccrow
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