Inch by inch, row by row
Gonna make this garden grow
Gonna Mulch it deep and low
Gonna make it fertile ground
Inch by inch, row by row
Please bless »
Garden Song
The Power of Love
by Arlo Guthrie
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splinters
A cubicle of soul-numbing terror
Implements within turn people into scarlet mulch
A contraption created from my maniacal mind
Bodies at my »
Grind Box
Repulsive Conception
by Broken Hope
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a Mulch of compost
Churning corkscrews of pain
Razor-sharp gears and cogs
For the creation of human sausage logs
The splattering of meat on flesh »
Chunk Blower
To Serve Man
by Cattle Decapitation
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I'll crunch Your Ballsac, Whip it into A Mulch
Genital Juices gurgle And Squelch
Squeeze Your Testicals, Put them in A Vice
Butcher Knives And Razor »
Castration
Writhing
by The Dead Youth
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and Mulch,
The great stone wall to stave the rush,
To think that peace might be too much,
Waiting for that giant touch...
The lake... the fir-fringed »
Maroondah Reservoir
Sunset Studies
by Augie March
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the irony in being a killer, yet in the crime-solving community, I am a pillar
A corpse turns to Mulch with a good roto-tiller?
I kill for the good of man »
A Body Farm
The Harvest Floor
by Cattle Decapitation
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carry a payload
Chopped torsos, heads and limbs
Ground into a mulch
Frozen and chummified
Intestines.
Fresh organs
Left on the dock, reeking, »
Chummified
Humanure [Bonus Track]
by Cattle Decapitation
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them home
Find them quick
Research before they disappear
The bracken folds down into Mulch
The mushroom sprouts and spore
The berries swell and ripe, »
Woods
Woods
by Polly Paulusma
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Is there any hope for us, or are the rumors true?
Are we just the Mulch and kindling that accrues?
Can we recover from this?
I've seen »
Recovering the Opposable Thumb
Oh! Calcutta!
by The Lawrence Arms
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where the Mulch blowers blow
I've tried everything I know to do
Can't keep the sneezin cough suppressed
Try to give my sinuses a rest
I'm going to go »
Where the Grass Don't Grow
Juddmental
by Cledus T. Judd
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suddenly?
Not enough young in his lung for the water wings?
Colorfully vulgar poacher at a Mulch like
'I'ma pull the pulse out a soldier and bolt'
(Fine) »
None Shall Pass
None Shall Pass
by Aesop Rock
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