They say the eyes are the windows of the soul
But I love all the little dark hole
In your body bag, in your body bag
Your little willie, he's oh so pretty
And those titties, and those titties
In the body bag, in the body bag

Nobody knows you and nobody wants to
Nobody knows you and nobody wants to
Nobody knows you and nobody wants to
Nobody knows you and nobody wants to

Willie's poised to dive into flesh
Something tells me he will leave a mess
In the body bag, in the body bag
When we kiss my eyes are closed
My lips are full, I breathe through my nose
In the body bag, in the body bag

Nobody knows you and nobody wants to
Nobody knows you and nobody wants to
Nobody knows you and nobody wants to
Nobody knows you and nobody wants to

See the children play in the mud
Moulding balls of faces and blood
From the body bag, from the body bag
All praise for corporal flesh
The smell of love, the smell of death
From the body bag, from the body bag
Is it a womb or is it a tomb?
Is it a womb or is it a tomb?
Or is it something completely different?

A sac of water that's quiet and warm
A complex shape's beginning to form
On marble slabs you're flat on your back
All colours fall into the basic black
Of the body bag, of the body bag
Of the body bag, of the body bag

The creatures of earth are countless and strange
Open your lips and tell me the name
Of your body bag, of your body bag
Of your body bag, of your body buh-bag

All praise for corporal flesh
All praise for corporal flesh!