Infected - Brown Tormentor lyrics

Cucumbers, milk, garlic, honey, tomatoes

Cream, chocolate, vodka, melon, potatoes

Eat it my friend, you'll enjoy future feelings

Cork up your asshole and gaze at the celing

Diarrhoea

Private affair

W.C.

That's all you can see

Liquid shit

Never eat

All this food

In my mood

Eat just fried potatoes with meat

And you'll newer have liquid shit

Understand it don't be so fool

Diarrhoea isn't so cool

Brown death

Inside her ass

Spoiled day

Who will pay?

Don't you think somebody is in

Toilet's busy that's what I mean

And this words on that door "don't push!"

So come on defecate in that bush

Crouds of people arae walking the street

There is no place where you can put your shit

Brown tormentor is pressing your ass

Shit hits your pants - it is your brown death