Putting the Fun in Funereal, by Servant Girl Annihilator

Putting the Fun in Funereal

by Servant Girl Annihilator

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1.	Side A - Funereal Disease 03:39	lyrics	buy track
Funeral break in, lock the churcH doors, a captive crowd casket lid creakin, the her eyes say "yes", those thighs, they say "right now" before all these witnesses, consecrate that rancid ass the gleam of light in her eyes, darkened to a funeral pyre i am infected, always erected, my seed is cursed, ready to burst spread those cold legs for me, oozing disease, a red light recline, your dead flesh is mine my mourning wood has a deadly tip, slayin the livin with its morning drip funereal thrust, undeadly hump, invigorate cadavers with poisonous spunk mourge invasion, after hours, i crept in drawers and drawers, a zombie hoard, once I slip it in doesn't matter how I cum, in her cooter, up his pooper mouth or face or tits or butt, corpses wake when I bust my nut juice of unlife will flow, the epidemic will grow i am infected, always erected, my seed is cursed, ready to burst i am infected, always erected, my seed is cursed, ready to burst
2.	Side B - Everything but the Oink 01:57	lyrics	buy track
GO! flesh of men and blood of swine, viscerally intertwined human entrails porcine guts, mixed to meat (homogenous) stashing the victims in the tasty meat, byproduct made at the scrapple factory eyes and lips, genetailia teeth, reduced to pink slime at the scrapple factory feed the pigs a natural diet, the victims of my murdering spree offal of all those who've died, the pigs will gobble silently those who live are thrown in screamin violently smashed, their limbs comingled they're still living, pigs still squealin, extruded in a terror pile legs to snout, pressed to a cake, packaged and sold at the scrapple factory sliced and fried, on your plate evidence eaten from the scrapple factory sliced and fried, on your plate

about

These were two stand alone songs that we didn't have a home for on anything we were writing or recording at the time. Everything by the Oink had been written lyrically since really early in the band, but didn't make the cut for Smorgasmorgue or Bloody Goreful. Funereal Disease as a title, had also been around for while and got fleshed out for this EP.

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released August 6, 2018

lyrics written by Josh, arranged by Josh and Kyle

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Servant Girl Annihilator Pleasantville, New Jersey

Head Ripping Gore from the bowels of NJ! Servant girl annihilator: kyle - brutal bludgeoning and vocal cudgeling josh - steel string throat garrotes and sonic torture tabulator
Elainnihilator - brood queen of the abyss