Ed Gein

(álbum: Grim Reality - 1987)

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