Mad Butcher 歌词

Mad Butcher (Mad butcher, mad butcher, mad butcher) A fire is burning in his eyes His brain is in war and the evil will rise His blood is black, it's scalding hot Now he's got to ramble He knows that's his lot Through the Blackstreets of the town His steps are clanging Now he's wanton, oh he's panting In his hand a blade of solid steel Now it's the time you got to feel Mad Butcher (Mad butcher, mad butcher, mad butcher) He feels his driving, satifaction he needs He's watching you pussy, he will get his food And when he arises you think it's a lover But he likes strange pratices, you'll discover You lie on your bed Your view real seems great But instead of his prick He's drawing his blade Oh he's so tender When he makes love to you That you couldn't stand it It's a pitty for you Through the Blackstreets of the town His steps are clanging Now he's wanton, oh he's panting In his hand a blade of solid steel Now it's the time you got to feel