Lyrics

When you wake in pain at 8am To my metal bed you are tied You struggle so I take my index finger And jab it several times into your eye A cotton tip swab dipped in drain cleaner Pokes your eyes again and again I climb on your chest with an iron bar And repeatedly batter your hands Robert Berdella Would torture young fellows Until they were skin and bones And when they were dead The garbage man Would take them away from his home Robert Berdella Would torture young fellas Until they were dead and cold Then throw them out in gerbage bags To get them away from his home My fist has ripped your anal wall So penicillin I prescribe To keep you alive and subject you To much more torture before you die With a home-made ballast plugged in the wall 7000 volts I apply With battery cables clamped on to your scrotum Your testicles I will fry