| 歌曲 | Hobo Stew |
| 歌手 | Broken Hope |
| 专辑 | The Bowels Of Repugnance |
| 作词 : Griffin, Hughes, Stanek ... | |
| A certain human being, lowest form of scum | |
| A sick individual, fetal cannibalizing bum | |
| I have a hunger, it goes to an extreme extent, | |
| Feeding out of abortion clinic bins wasn't meant | |
| Most homeless hobos wait in line for goodwill soup, | |
| Nasty me scrapes clinic dumpsters for aborted goop, | |
| Earliest stages of development, | |
| Since conception their future was dim, | |
| Tasting the unborn upon a whim, | |
| Unborn, aborted, because they were unwanted | |
| Abortions to my feasting, horrid scenes of sick chagrin, | |
| Unborn, immature and incomplete, | |
| Delicious miscarriage meat | |
| A succulent fetus treat, | |
| Expulsion of the embryo, | |
| A dinner bizarre for this hobo | |
| Fetus eater, no meat is sweeter, | |
| Ultrasound shows inside the womb, not upon my plate | |
| Served with bread and greens, oh the generations | |
| I've ateFrom the uterus bloodily spewed, | |
| Aborted child now hobo food, | |
| Fetus ripped from womb, | |
| Disposed to be subjected to a culinary doom | |
| My eating habits horribly crude, | |
| Their rubbery textures | |
| I have chewed, | |
| Gulping down fetal slop, | |
| Embryonic jelly on my lips and chin | |
| Fetus eater no meat is sweeter | |
| Since conception their future was dim, | |
| Tasting the unborn upon a whim, | |
| Fallopian wastes fill me to the brim, | |
| Picking my teeth with a fetal limb. |
| zuò cí : Griffin, Hughes, Stanek ... | |
| A certain human being, lowest form of scum | |
| A sick individual, fetal cannibalizing bum | |
| I have a hunger, it goes to an extreme extent, | |
| Feeding out of abortion clinic bins wasn' t meant | |
| Most homeless hobos wait in line for goodwill soup, | |
| Nasty me scrapes clinic dumpsters for aborted goop, | |
| Earliest stages of development, | |
| Since conception their future was dim, | |
| Tasting the unborn upon a whim, | |
| Unborn, aborted, because they were unwanted | |
| Abortions to my feasting, horrid scenes of sick chagrin, | |
| Unborn, immature and incomplete, | |
| Delicious miscarriage meat | |
| A succulent fetus treat, | |
| Expulsion of the embryo, | |
| A dinner bizarre for this hobo | |
| Fetus eater, no meat is sweeter, | |
| Ultrasound shows inside the womb, not upon my plate | |
| Served with bread and greens, oh the generations | |
| I' ve ateFrom the uterus bloodily spewed, | |
| Aborted child now hobo food, | |
| Fetus ripped from womb, | |
| Disposed to be subjected to a culinary doom | |
| My eating habits horribly crude, | |
| Their rubbery textures | |
| I have chewed, | |
| Gulping down fetal slop, | |
| Embryonic jelly on my lips and chin | |
| Fetus eater no meat is sweeter | |
| Since conception their future was dim, | |
| Tasting the unborn upon a whim, | |
| Fallopian wastes fill me to the brim, | |
| Picking my teeth with a fetal limb. |