The sewer's a place where a Ghoul can relax, Comforts abound that the surface just lacks Bubbling toxins that ooze from old pipes, Barrels of goo; discarded wipes Crumbling corridors covered with slime, Rivers of sewage and trickling brine These caverns are harbouring something undead, Some wretched creation is rearing it's head Hatched from a maggot, he is quite bizarre, He smells like a cess pool but he shreds on guitar He crawled into the catacombs one day I swear we could smell him a mile away He grabbed a guitar and proceeded to kill He blew us away with his mosh riffing skill We welcomed him into our ranks The hood he proudly wore We eagerly present this fiend Ladies and germs, it's Dissector! I came to shred faces And shred them I will With archaic chords That possess you to kill Up from the sewer and into the pit We three now are four and we're taking no shit The villagers won't know what hit them tonight We'll show them the meaning of horror and fright Dissector's axe will cleave them in twain I will dismember and harvest their brains Fermentor will brew up some rot gut to choke Cremator will burn all their corpses to coke He is the Sewer Chewer He is the Sewer ChewerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
