Plainfield (Ed Gein)

Plainfield, horrors dwelling
Name of slaughter house
Lonely old blood farmer
Resides in deserted house
Grave robber, body collector
Fall from sanity's grace
Digs up a bone and human body
With his bllody hands

Beneath the full moonlight
Put on your "dead skin mask"
Now's the time to perform the rite
Dancing on your grave

Dancing on your grave
Here's plainfield

Plainfield, terrors dwelling
Name of slaughter house
Mary hogan gunned down running
And blood fall to the ground
Barnice warden next victim
Headless body on a hook
Natural born psychopath
And his name "ed gein"