mad butcher

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

through the black streets 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

satisfaction he needs

he's watching your pussy

he will his food

and when he arose you think it's a lover

but he likes strange practices

you'll discover

you lie on your bed

you view real seems great

but instead of his prick

he's drawing his blade

oh

he's so tender

when he made love to you

that you couldn't stand it

it's apathy for you

through the black streets 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