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 *** 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