Paroles: Rigor Mortis. Dead Fish.

Thrown in a meat grinder shredding the flesh
Is it human intestines or is it dead fish'
Locked in a freezer destined to die
Hung up on a meat hook and waiting to dry
Wouldn't you like to meat Dead Fish'
Wouldn't you like to meat Dead Fish'
Found in a river smashed on the shore
Cut up in a motor and thrown on some whore
The smell of those dead things wrapped up to sell
Drives me insane and makes me want to kill
Wouldn't you like to meat Dead Fish'
Wouldn't you like to meat Dead Fish'
Dead
Rotting
Stinking
Putrid
Fish!