Macabre - Mr. Albert Fish Lyrics
He loved to hear the little kids screamHis instruments of hell did gleamA box with a cleaver, saw and a knifeHe used them to cut up their innocent livesMr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish?Mr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish?Mr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish?Mr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish?He took 12-year old Grace Budd homeAnd then he sawed right through her bonesWith carrots and onions he made a stewHer body parts was also usedMr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish?Mr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish?Mr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish?Mr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish?With his fist in the air, he'd scream he was ChristHe'd do things to kids that weren't too niceHe'd lure them in and eat them upAlbert Fish, you were such a *****ing nutMr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish?Mr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish?Mr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish?Mr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish?
