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lyrics
Broken bodies, rotting corpse
This pile I need to hide
The stench of death is getting worse
I’ll take them for a ride
Late at night all is dark
You’re not worthy of the grave
Dig a hole in the woods
Your soul cannot be saved
These bodies in my trunk
No longer have a name (they have no name)
Evidence of my crimes
The lime will wash it away
My empty soul is cold and dark
And it’s thirsting for your life
My suffering will be erased
With help from my friend the knife
You run away, you run away
But you won’t get very far
Before long you’ll be dead
Stuffed in the trunk of my car
Get in the pit!!
The time has come to dig me a pit
I think I found the perfect spot
Deep in the woods where no one will go
Left alone where all the corpses will rot
They rot away, they rot away
Long before you’re found
Just another victim of the lime
Melt away melt in the ground
These bodies in my trunk
No longer have a name (they have no name)
Evidence of my crimes
The lime will wash away
These bodies in my trunk
No longer have a name (they have no name)
The emptiness I feel inside
Remains the same
credits
released March 9, 2012
Written, performed, and produced by The Fetals
Instruments and back up vocals recorded by Brian Ritrovato at Range Recording Studios
Lead vocals recorded by Chris Grigg at subvertallmedia
Mixing and Mastering done by Chris Grigg at subvertallmedia
Back Alley Entertainment LLC