Song Lyrics

Someone's in cold storage
Seeking Heinz main-courses
Craving for a raw love
He'll hide you from the cleaver
He'll hang with you forever
Longing for a fresh meat

By hook or by crook
You'll be first in his book
For an impaled affair
By hook or by crook
You'll be last in his book
Of flesh oh so rare

Be a carcass... be a dead pork
Be limblessly in love
Be a carcass...be a dead pork
Be limblessly in love

Someone's left in cold storage
Thawed in Heinz main-courses
Carving for a new tin
He got you with the cleaver
He hung you up forever
Anticipating new skin

Out of the frying pan
And into the fire
58th variety
Out of the frying pan
And into the fire
Mother had her son for tea

Be a carcass...be a dead pork
Be limblessly in love
Be a carcass...be a dead pork
Be limblessly in love

In love with your stumps
In love with the bleeding
In love with the pain
That you once felt
As you become a carcass
You become a carcass
Carcass

Peter Fenton, Kenneth Morris, Steven Severin, Siouxsie Sioux