your street Fresh flesh, won't you eat my meat Fresh flesh, oozin' through the slime Fresh flesh, and the city's mine, fresh flesh Fresh Flesh Under
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Traducció: Por. Carn fresca.
I taste the leather Of your skin on another Do what you must dear Don't look down- Down on me 'cause you- you are only That which you see Black is the
Fresh flesh, slingin' down your street. Fresh flesh, won't you eat my meat? Fresh flesh, oozin' through the slime, Fresh flesh, and the city's mine!