Macabre

I"m a killer, and a gravedigger
My stew will be made out of you
I eat women, I"m a cannibal
And a necrophiliac too
I make bracelets out of bodies
And coffee drums made with flesh
Organs frying in my kitchen
And the skin of your chest is my vest

Ed Gein - He"s crazy, He"s mental, He"s sick
Ed Gein - The head of a girl in his sink
Ed Gein - His soup bowl is made of a skull
Ed Gein - Your face is a trophy on the wall

I"m a fiend, I"m so morbid
That I sleep with your organs at night
And have sex with decaying bodies
To me it"s such a delight
Then I"ll eat them in my kitchen
I will savour the mortal meal
It"s delicious, I"m excited
Just the thought of gives me a thrill

Ed Gein - He"ll shoot you in the head
Ed Gein - Then drag you home on a sled
Ed Gein - He"ll gut you in his woodshed
Ed Gein - Does things to your corpse people dread