The noise of my chainsaw the sound of breaking bones drown out my radio
My home is my slaughterhouse
The sugarsweet odour of putrefying humans is filling the air
My home is my slaughterhouse
Bones and flesh towered up high... the blood streams through the rooms...
The noise of my chainsaw the sound of breaking bones drown out my radio
My home is my slaughterhouse
Please don't scream so loud, 'cause otherwise your deathscreams drown out my radio
The birds, they love to fly the nuns, they love to sex
The cats love catching mice and i to hack and sliceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
