Macabre - Ed Gein lyrics

I'm a k**er, and a grave digger My stew will be made out of you I eat women, I'm a cannibal And a necrophiliac too I make braclets out of bodies And coffe 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 the wall I'm a fiend, I'm so morbid That I sleep with your organs at night And have s** with decaying bodies To me it's such a delight The I'll eat them in my kitchen I will savor the mortal meal It's delicious, I'm exited 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