Feel the teeth of my machine
Rippin' through your bones
Feel the heat of the gasoline
That's drippin' to the floor
Covered with what's left
Of the meal i had before you
Better run, better hide
You'll taste better if you fight

Corpse on the barbeque
Now i will eat you
Feast 'til i'm through
And the flies will eat you

And the flies will eat you

Sick, sadistic tortured dream
A world of flesh and fuel
A life reduced to only meat
With my defiant tool

Corpse on the barbeque
Now i will eat you
Feast 'til i'm through
And the flies will eat you

And the flies will eat you

Feel the teeth of my machine
Rip the flesh right from your bones
Feel the heat of the gasoline
You're the meal that feels my bowl