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 hend 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 arised 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 hend a blade of solid steel

Now it's the time you got to feel