Grate the skin, grind the bone Pack yourself a fat cone Pull a bucket, thick and yellow Fan-forced flame from morbid bellows Coat the lining of my lungs with human waste It's so much fun Smouldering pieces of human meat Cadaver-sativa; a smokers' treat My sick addiction it relieves me Dehydrated skin does please me Smoke some bones, they're packed in cones We'll grind more corpse if you're not stoned Lighting… Pieces of cadaver dried Smoking… The fleshy cone is singed and fried Sucking… Lift you to a morbid high Choking… I'll inhale you when you die A splinter of bone to stoke your cone Festering stash of human hash Fetid meat is ground to smoke Mixed with baccy so you don't choke We are sure our special blend of epidermis will get you bent Hydro-humans under lights Hybrid tumours packed in tight Feel the fumes go to my head My penchant to smoke the dead Smoke some bones, they're packed in cones We'll grind more corpse if you're not stoned Smoke the stiffs…