Ed Gein

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 his 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