Mad Butcher

Mad Butcher

Fire is burning in his eyes

His brain is in war, the evil will rise

His blood is black, it's scalding hot

He's got to ramble, he knows that's his lot

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

He's got strange practices to discover

You lie on your bed, your view real seems great

But instead of his prick, he's drawing his blade, come on

Oh, he's so tender when he makes love to you

That you couldn't stand it, it's a pity for you

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