Butcher's Banquet

Coming out the shack, now watch your back. He's got an axe, he's ready to attack. Won't you come over for some soylent green, know what I mean, chopped up and seasoned spleen. Ed Gein, merciless killing machine, face to face he's the worst of all your dreams. Buried deep, where the cold wind moans Deep in the cut, where the dark truth roams Cookin' up nightmares, in his home cuisine Stirrin' up horror, yeah, the scene's obscene [Verse 2] From the heartland, with a heart stone-cold Cracking bones, his story's told Whispering shadows, they all convene For a slice of terror from the butcher supreme