Paroles de My Home Is My Slaughterhouse

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 slice