Somewhere in a distant wood
When the roaming fog is holding you
A man is made of fuel and steel
With an old 12 gauge Remington
Getting his hot red motor on
Until your corpse gets killed

He's going to heal your curse
Blowing up your crusts
You'll see the light
In a burst

Chainsaw, chainsaw and boomstick
Chainsaw, chainsaw and boomstick

Mad Ash, out of his mind
The dead are laughing, they can fly
Above the ground

He's going to heal your curse
Blowing up your crusts
You'll see the light
In a burst

Chainsaw, chainsaw and boomstick
Chainsaw, chainsaw and boomstick
Chainsaw, chainsaw and boomstick
Chainsaw, chainsaw and boomstick

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