The Butcher

The butcher
The butcher

He's waiting in the wing
To cut you up and sing
The butcher
The butcher

It’s flesh and blood he eats
And humans are his meat
The butcher
The butcher

His dirty long white hair
You entered in his lair
The butcher
The butcher

His picture's in the house
In terror you will shout
The butcher
The butcher

In terror you will shout
The butcher is about
The butcher
The butcher

In the darkness of your fear
The old man he draws near
The butcher
The butcher

You smell the greed and lust
The butcher's knives he trusts
The butcher
The butcher

The freshest flesh they cut
The brains, the heart, the guts
The butcher
The butcher

The cannibal is king
He'll cut you up and sing
The butcher
The butcher

So now's your turn to die
You won't have time to cry
The butcher
The butcher