(Bator/James)
Chorus
Fresh Flesh
Just like a prowling beast
I eat forbidden feast
I love pleasures of the plate
I love dining in the moonlight
Upon your couch of death
I'll suck away your breath
Before you get too cold
Don't like it when you mould
I shed my serpent skin
My reign of terror begins
I stalk among the ruins
Join my dining club-I invite you in
To drink from an unborn child
Coffins have much more style
Please fill one to the lid
With fresh unbaptised kidsHot mango flush.
Ladies with ice cream hair -
Gyroscopic pink neon beams -
Everybody's happy about something.
The crowd moves like a flock of startings: they
switch direction as one.
Jive on the jukebox - Jack and Joker
split the night air with whoop and holler.
Faint aroma - wood smoke, old fish,
diesel harbour, roadside mongrel,
painted man with buttons barely
holding, bursting belly bulging.
Doe-eyed ragamuffin mumbling -
Scolded for some vague infraction.
Stole a penny candy-coloured
sweetheart kiss down at the market.
Down at the market all the world
seems to simmer:
Hot mango flush.