sing-a-long to:
the campfire song.
verse 1:
well it was horrid, really nasty
how jim looked as he lay dead
he was twitching like a cock-a-roach
and he was missing half his head
and his viscera hung from his belly
in a blackening pool of blood
that pumped out from his many wounds
and stained the tangled mud
chorus:
jim was dead
he was really really really dead...
verse 2:
two weeks later, jim was bloated
maggots seethed on him like a sheet
and green pus squirted out through
the decomposing human meat
and the chainsaw used to sodomize jim
beside the body still laid
and there were strips of human flesh
still hanging from the blade
chours:
verse 1:
chorus:
lyrics, vocals, guitar: Adam Cantor, as always.