Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chainsaw Charlie , by - The Claymore. Release date: 09.04.2010
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chainsaw Charlie , by - The Claymore. Chainsaw Charlie |
| Charlie to Jonathon: |
| O.K. |
| boy now here’s your deal |
| Will you gamble your life? |
| Sign right here on the dotted line |
| It’s the one you’ve waited for all of your life |
| Jonathon to Charlie: |
| Ah — will it feed my hunger |
| If I swallow lies right down my throat? |
| Or will it choke me till I’m raw? |
| And tomorrow when I’m gone |
| Will they whore my image on? |
| I’ll will my throne away, to a virgin heir and Charlie’s slave |
| Jonathon: |
| Murders, murders in the new morgue |
| Murders, murders in the new morgue |
| See old Charlie and the platinum armys |
| Making me their boy |
| Murders, murders in the new morgue |
| Murders, murders in the new morgue |
| He’ll make ya scream for the cash machine |
| Down in Chainsaw Charlie’s morgue |
| Charlie to Jonathon: |
| We’ll sell your flesh by the pound you’ll go |
| A whore of wrath just like me |
| We’ll sell ya wholesale, we’ll sell your soul |
| Strap on your sixstring and feed our machine |
| Jonathon to Charlie: |
| Ah — will it feed my hunger |
| If I swallow lies right down my throat? |
| Or will it choke me till I’m raw? |
| And tomorrow when I’m gone |
| Will they whore my image on? |
| I’ll will my throne away, to a virgin heir and Charlie’s slave |
| Charlie to Jonathon: |
| Welcome to the morgue boy |
| Where the music comes to die |
| Welcome to the morgue son |
| I’ll cut your throat just to stay alive |
| Ah, trust me boy |
| I won’t steer you wrong |
| If you trust me son |
| You won’t last very long |
| Charlie to Jonathon: |
| I’m the president of showbiz, my name is Charlie |
| I’m a cocksucking asshole, that’s what they call me |
| Here from my Hollywood tower I rule |
| I’m lying motherfucker, the chainsaw’s my tool |
| The new morgue’s our factory, to grease our lies |
| Our machine is hungry, it needs your life |
| Don’t mind the faggots, and the ruthless scum |
| Before we’re done, son we’ll make you one |
| I’m the tin man, I’ve never had a heart |
| I’m the tin man, But I’ll make you a star |
| I’m the tin man, I’ve never had a heart |
| I’m the tin man, but i’ll make me the star |