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So you´re looking for a little bit of danger.
Down in Texas there´s an evil that is stranger.
He´s got the fuel. He´s got the fire.
A mind that´s twisted and it´s tangled in barbed wire.
A tale of terror tale of terror, armadillo Texas style.
Slaughter house is calling. This is your last mile.
Blood is red, flesh is blue.
The saw is family as he cuts you can clean in two.

Hey Gunnar, hey Gunnar.
Sharpen your saw blade Gunnar, blade Gunnar.
Rev up you rage Gunnar, rage Gunnar.
Don´t you let them get away.
Hey Gunnar, hey Gunnar.
Sharpen your saw blade Gunnar, blade Gunnar.
Rev up you rage Gunnar, rage Gunnar.
Don´t you let them get away.

To the basement, that´s where home becomes Hell.
What´s your hurry? Hang around for dinner bell.
Get away, if you can.
His bloody apron´s hanging on a bloody man.
There are rumors that he suffers from instanity.
Really, he enjoys it is a true reality.
Rip the skin. Hear the cries.
It´s in the wind and the terror´s in their eyes.

Hey Gunnar, hey Gunnar.
Sharpen your saw blade Gunnar, blade Gunnar.
Rev up you rage Gunnar, rage Gunnar.
Don´t you let them get away.
Hey Gunnar, hey Gunnar.
Sharpen your saw blade Gunnar, blade Gunnar.
Rev up you rage Gunnar, rage Gunnar.
Don´t you let them get away.

Hey Gunnar, hey Gunnar.
Sharpen your saw blade Gunnar, blade Gunnar.
Rev up you rage Gunnar, rage Gunnar.
Don´t you let them get away.
Hey Gunnar, hey Gunnar.
Sharpen your saw blade Gunnar, blade Gunnar.
Rev up you rage Gunnar, rage Gunnar.
Don´t you let them get away.
Hey Gunnar, hey Gunnar.
Sharpen your saw blade Gunnar, blade Gunnar.
Rev up you rage Gunnar, rage Gunnar.
Don´t you let them get away.
Hey Gunnar, hey Gunnar.

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