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I'll take all the guts from a rotten old stiff
And choose what I want with a taste of a whiff
Pack them in jars and infuse them with yeast
To brew up a batch for the next midnight feast
My skill as a brewer has never been met
Severed head '87 is my best vintage yet
We drink till we're knackered on putrefied pus
A chaser of lymph really gives me a rush

Rot Gut
Despoiling the dead for a high
Rot Gut
A quart of blood for a quart of rye
Rot Gut
Brandy from bile makes a killer flambé
Rot Gut
A jigger of Rot Gut makes my day

My moonshine goes with any dish
And makes belches taste like rancid fish
Hot lung-buttered rum is my specialty du jour
And an excellent Rot Gut hangover cure

My cup runneth over
Bile gurgles down my throat
A beer bong of unraveled guts
Spills over with a suet-beer float
A carton of booze made from rancid secretions
Pubic hair garnish, the finishing touch
Vitreous vino we heartily glug
But we'd never use alcohol as a crutch

Rot Gut
Despoiling the dead for a high
Rot Gut
A quart of blood for a quart of rye
Rot Gut
Brandy from bile makes a killer flambé
Rot Gut
A jigger of Rot Gut makes my day

Rot Gut!

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from We Came for the Dead​!​!​!, track released January 1, 2001

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