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Fista Corps


by Zimmer's Hole. Buy album CD: When You Were Shouting At The Devil... We Were In League With Satan


Who says there is no use for the dearly departed
Just make a fist and the party has started
Show appreciation for the dead
They never complain about giving head

Fista Corps
Fits your hand just like a glove
Now embrace that necro love
Nothing finer than rotten vagina
Oh how sweet, the rancid meat

Fista Corps

And now sweet corpse, one last caress
As I fondle a putrid breast
Now you fist bang the open vag-anus
Just kick the bucket, and we'll make ya famous

Fista Corps




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Album: When You Were Shouting At The Devil... We Were In League With Satan (2008) Lyrics
cd Buy "When You Were Shouting At The Devil... We Were In League With Satan" CD
  1. When You Were Shouting At The Devil... We Were In League With Satan
  2. We Rule The Fucking Land
  3. The Flight Of The Night Bat
  4. 1312
  5. Devil's Mouth
  6. The Vowel Song
  7. Fista Corps
  8. Anonymous Esophagus
  9. Alright
  10. Hair Doesn't Grow On Steel
  11. What's My Name...Evil!
  12. In League With Satan
  13. Fuck My Aching Tits

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