The Butcher Lyrics


Psychotic killer

he's sick in the head

obsessed with gore and dead flesh

he kills his wife

and grinds her up

how good it is

possessed by evil

an unholy killer

cannibalistic sinner

he kills the children

and grinds them up

how good it is

he buries the bones

under his yard

maggots gather

how good it is

he kills his priest

and grinds him up

how good it is