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
[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, satisfaction 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 practices, 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 pity for you.