Who says there is no use for the dearly departed

Just make a fist and the party has started

Show appreciation for the dead

They never complain about giving head



Fista Corps



Fits your hand just like a glove

Now embrace that necro love

Nothing finer than rotten vagina

Oh how sweet, the rancid meat



Fista Corps



And now sweet corpse, one last caress

As I fondle a putrid breast

Now you fist bang the open vag-anus

Just kick the bucket, and we'll make ya famous



Fista Corps