Down Slaughterhouse Rd.; an old dirt path A crazed father and son, raging for a bloodbath After a visit from those overrun by greed They want his land; they die by his son’s hands
Trespassers will be chopped! And hung on hooks like slaughtered cattle and hog Grinding bodies whole, a gory end An old slaughterhouse adorned in rot and they want it condemned
Swinging his meat cleaver in the air A face split in two, no one is spared Boning and carving and skinning the hide Slicing up bodies before they even die
Crushing skulls with his bare hands Maybe now they’ll hear their demands They should not have been in Buddy’s way It’s their time to be mangled and slayed
Trespassers will be chopped! And hung on hooks like slaughtered cattle and hog Grinding bodies whole, a gory end An old slaughterhouse adorned in rot and they want it condemnedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
