[music: cabra 3/99]
[lyrics: dave rotten]
a fascination — for human eyes
of any colour — from any race
a chest of drawers — full of dried eyes
that he collected — from his girlfriends
normally a girl — lasted for a week
just time enough — to pull her eyes
didn’t need sex — didn’t need love
her pretty eyes — his best treasure
nice rotting eyes [x4]
tied on a stretcher — completely engaged
wide open eyelids — dilated pupils
nice rotting eyes [x4]
removing her eyes — with delicacy
they’ll be carefully — classified
the eyeless corpses — were carbonized
nothing remains — just heir precious eyes
nice rotting eyes [x4]