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Pathological Frolic Lyrics by Lord Worm Who is this Geoffrey? All I see is this cold cadaver Why is this Geoffrey lying in puddles of pus on a gurney? Tell me of this Geoffrey, this boy with a noose around his neck; More about Geoffrey: why is he wearing his mother's bra? How old was Geoffrey? At a guess, I'd say about twelve or thirteen; He died accidentally from auto-erotic asphyxiation; He'd been masturbating... our little stiff still has one on and it's been one week! The resurrection men took their sweet time Cross-dressed fruit: what a way to die! Now he's ours: the apple of our eve; Fetch the dead sphincter: cold green meat How did his ass taste? Tender and sweet... And then we fucked it...