| Lyrics: | Mad Butcher
A fire is burning in his eyes
his brain is in war and the evil will rise
his
blood is black, it's scalding hot
now he's got to ramble,
he knows that's his
lot
[CHORUS:]
Through the Blackstreets of the town
his steps are clanging
now
he's wanton, oh he's panting
in his hand a blade of solid steel
now it's the time you got to
feel
Mad Butcher
He feels his driving, satifaction he needs
he's watching you
pussy, he will get his food
and when he arises you think it's a lover
but he likes strange
pratices, you'll discover
You lie on your bed, your view real seems great
but instead
of his prick,
he's drawing his blade
oh he's so tender, when he makes love to you
that
you couldn't stand it,
it's a pitty for you |
