Lyrics Ed Gein - Macabre

Ed Gein

I’m a killer, 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 coffee 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 sex 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