I Can’t Do Voregrind (Disembowelment Blues) / Dicky Dick’s Puke Fountain

[Verse 1]
Yuck!

I wanted to be the sickest one around
That combined both gore and pornogrind
But when I try to write any lyrics down
My bowels can't take it, no, they can't take it
Erotic cannibals make me want to puke
As my belly's innards come up like a nuke

[Verse 2]
Yuck!

I got the disembowelment blues
This music is too gross, I must refuse
My stomach acid's not for show
But right now, it just has to go out
Followed by my guts and other organs
I'm not gonna feel good in the morning

[Harmonica & Sax Solos]
I got the disembowelment blues!
Disembowelment blues!

Ugh
Oh no

Disembowelment bluеs!
Disembowelment bluеs!

Oh no
Ugh, oh god
Oh no

[Ukulele Solo]
Yuck!

Ugh, oh no
My stomach, oh no
Oh, my guts
Oh no
Ugh
Ew

This shit is nasty
Oh no
Look at that stomach acid fly! Oh no!
Oh, ew

[Outro 1]
Just thinking about this thing
Ugh, I can't

(Well, I'm glad you got that out of your system)
You know what, I changed my mind
(Wha-)

[Dicky Dick's Puke Fountain]
It's like a thousand knives in my belly
Blood and gall splatting around like jelly

Stomach is churning and burning and exerting
Vomit corrodes the underwear
Buttocks exposed to acid rain
Deluge of puke, money-shot on your face

Ralphing on your Laurens turns me on
You're spewing back at me and my mind's gone

I feel like I'm dying, Freudian style
Timothy's blood drips in my eye
Cut me open like an apple pie
Then recreate the food scene from Witchcraft 8

[Outro 2]
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