My guts are stuck in the tree Milkman comes for the rescue His axe is covered in bloody gore I see bigsized flies in his fisheyes
Milk Man Hanging in the big tree Blood Death Grave
Milk Man Death is near for him yeah Blood Death Grave
He is climbing with his mouldy milk His hair is undercut and full of blood The axe of milk and my guts is now united The maggots are crawling in my vomit
Milk Man Hanging in the big tree Blood Death Grave
Milk Man Death is near for him yeah Blood Death Grave
Ordinary milk is not the future The future is milk of satan's filth Soon the darkness will come And death will live forever
