Ed Gein Lyrics - Macabre

I'm a killer, and a gravedigger 

My stew will be made out of you 

I eat women, I'm a cannibal 

And a necrophiliac too 

I make bracelets 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 his 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 

Then I'll eat them in my kitchen 

I will savour the mortal meal 

It's delicious, I'm excited 

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