The Isle of Manhattan was home to a madman   Who came for gold cadavers in a hall   A very strange mission to skin all the women   He bought some gold cadavers in the hall      Let go your souls   Let go your souls   Let go your souls   Let go your souls      With that look in his eyes in the pork and the pies   Well he came for gold cadavers in a hall   So listen appeal me, your eyes for the TV   He came for gold cadavers in a hall      Let go your souls   Let go your souls   Let go your souls   Let go your souls      Now you're in a ponder, eating a pizza   You're mad for gold cadavers in a hall