Texty: Fear. The Record. Fresh Flesh.

Fresh flesh, slingin' down your street.
Fresh flesh, won't you eat my meat?
Fresh flesh, oozin' through the slime,
Fresh flesh, and the city's mine!

Fresh flesh! [x2]

Under the subway ditch,
Shoot down some old bitch!
With nothin' else to do,
I just might you.
If you get in my way,
I cut your leg off, pay!
Drop you off downtown,
watch you crawl around!

Fresh flesh!
Fresh flesh!

I wanna fuck you to death,
I don't wanna smell your breath.
Piss on your warm embrace!
I just wanna cum in your face!
I don't care if you're dead,
and I don't care if you're erect!
I don't care if you're all cut up -
blood on your dress!

Fresh flesh!
Fresh flesh!