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 black streets of the town   His steps are clanging   Now he's wanton, oh he's panting   In his hend a blade of solid steel   Now it's the time you got to feel      Mad Butcher!      He feels his driving, satisfaction he needs   He's watching your pussy, he will his food   And when he arised you think it's a lover   But he likes strange practices, you'll discover      You lie on your bed,   You view real seems great   But instead of his prick   He's drawing his blade   Oh, he's so tender,   When he made love to you   That you couldn't stand it   It's apathy for you      Through the black streets of the town   His steps are clanging   Now he's wanton, oh he's panting   In his hend a blade of solid steel   Now it's the time you got to feel