Well, I've got a machine, yeah

I keep it under my bed

Why don't you come on over, baby?

And let me feed on your head

Yeah, it's make minced meat

Out of your legs and your feet

Cause I'm a corpse grinder, baby

Well, you know I love you

But ain't life a drag?

I wanna chop you up fine

And wrap you up in a bag, yeah

Will I see you later

In my refrigerator?

I'm a corpse grinder, baby, yeah

You'll stay good for months to come

At the back of the fridge, yeah, stay out of the sun

I'll take you out when I'm on my own

And defrost you so we can be alone

Sharpen up the blades, yeah

Go, on, oil the wheels

Put your tongue on the belt

Go on, see how it feels

Well I know it's a sin

But I'm gonna feed you in

'Cause I'm a corpse grinder, baby

Well, you'll stay good for months to come

Back of the fridge, go on, stay out of the sun

I'll take you out when I'm on my own

And defrost you, baby, so we can be alone

Sharpen up the blades, go on

Go on, oil the wheels

Put your tongue on the belt

And tell me how it feels

Yeah, I know it's a sin

But let me feed you in

'Cause I'm a corpse grinder, baby

Well. I'm a corpse grinder-grinder baby

Well, I'm a corpse grinder, baby

Well, I'm a corpse grinder, baby, grinder, baby

Well, I'm a corpse grinder, baby, let me feed you in