Macabre - Ed Gein Lyrics
I'm a killer, and a gravediggerMy stew will be made out of youI eat women, I'm a cannibalAnd a necrophiliac tooI make bracelets out of bodiesAnd coffee drums made with fleshOrgans frying in my kitchenAnd the skin of your chest is my vestEd Gein - He's crazy, He's mental, He's sickEd Gein - The head of a girl in his sinkEd Gein - His soup bowl is made of a skullEd Gein - Your face is a trophy on the wallI'm a fiend, I'm so morbidThat I sleep with your organs at nightAnd have sex with decaying bodiesTo me it's such a delightThen I'll eat them in my kitchenI will savour the mortal mealIt's delicious, I'm excitedJust the thought of gives me a thrillEd Gein - He'll shoot you in the headEd Gein - Then drag you home on a sledEd Gein - He'll gut you in his woodshedEd Gein - Does things to your corpse people dread