Pickled Human Cutlets (Karl Denke) Lyrics


There is a man,

who butchers as many as he can

Karl Denke a religious man

who tended, in local church, the organ

For years he did

Slashing a guy, cook and eat it

He let them in

his apartment, that’s free from sin

The guests that ate

had no idea, they were next on the plate

Butchering some meat

for his new guests, the old ones they would eat

A neighbour heard screams

what he witnessed was beyond his wildest dreams

An axe in a head

interrupting a murder of a young led

The police came in

what they saw, was definitely a world of sin

There was no denial

Karl Denke hung himself before the trial.