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
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