Mad Butcher
A fire is burning in his eyes
his brain is in war and
the evil will rise
his blood is black, it's scalding hot
now he's
got to ramble,
he knows that's his lot
[CHORUS:]
Through the Blackstreets of the town
his steps are clanging
now
he's wanton, oh he's panting
in his hand a blade of solid steel
now
it's the time you got to feel
Mad Butcher
He feels his
driving, satifaction he needs
he's watching you pussy, he will get his
food
and when he arises you think it's a lover
but he likes strange
pratices, you'll discover
You lie on your bed, your view real
seems great
but instead of his prick,
he's drawing his blade
oh he's so tender, when he makes love to you
that you couldn't stand
it,
it's a pitty for you
