Mr Albert Fish (was Children Your Favorite Dish) Lyrics - Macabre

He loved to hear the little kids scream 

His instruments of hell did gleam 

A box with a cleaver, saw and a knife 

He used them to cut up their innocent lives 

Mr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish? 

Mr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish? 

Mr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish? 

Mr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish? 

He took 12-year old Grace Budd home 

And then he sawed right through her bones 

With carrots and onions he made a stew 

Her body parts was also used 

Mr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish? 

Mr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish? 

Mr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish? 

Mr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish? 

With his fist in the air, he'd scream he was Christ 

He'd do things to kids that weren't too nice 

He'd lure them in and eat them up 

Albert Fish, you were such a fucking nut 

Mr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish? 

Mr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish? 

Mr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish? 

Mr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish?