ed gien

i´m a killer, and a gravedigger
my stew will be made out of you
i eat women, i´m a cannibal
and a necrophiliac too
i make bracelets out of bodies
and coffee drums made with flesh
organs frying in my kitchen
and the skin of your chest is my vest

ed gein - he´s crazy, he´s mental, he´s sick
ed gein - the head of a girl in his sink
ed gein - his soup bowl is made of a skull
ed gein - your face is a trophy on the wall

i´m a fiend, i´m so morbid
that i sleep with your organs at night
and have sex with decaying bodies
to me it´s such a delight
then i´ll eat them in my kitchen
i will savour the mortal meal
it´s delicious, i´m excited
just the thought of gives me a thrill

ed gein - he´ll shoot you in the head
ed gein - then drag you home on a sled
ed gein - he´ll gut you in his woodshed
ed gein - does things to your corpse people dread