Ed Gein

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Macabre - Pop

Ed Gein

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[Verse 1] I'm a killer, and 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 my coffee can drums made with flesh Organs frying in my kitchen And the skin off your chest is my vest (Ed Gein) He's crazy, he's mental, he's sick (Ed Gein) The head of a girl's in his sink (Ed Gein) His soup bowl is made of a skull (Ed Gein) Your face is a trophy on his wall [Verse 2] I'm a fiend, I'm so morbid That I sleep with dead 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 savor the mortal meal It's delicious, I'm excited Just the thought of it 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

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