Sawney Bean's got the munchies   a craving for flesh and blood   48 gaping mouths to tame   a cave full of starving weans   he'll chew the fat with anyone   he'll chew anyone's fat   and make no bones about it   he'll be lurking in the dark      Oh they're gonna hang us   oh we're gonna die   but we'll be looking for you   in the sweet by and by      Thunder roars.a roch wind blows   darkness cloaks the day   there's a foul storm brewing and a   howling gale is dragging its teeth this way   wont you guide us Lord,wont you guide us home   to our castles yonder on the brae   for our beasts are weary and the Devil he roams   down in Galloway      Then came King James and all his men   seeking out their kill   through forest thick in grave pursuit   o'er river,gorge and hill   they breached Bean's cave and there they saw   the fruits of Satan's chore   charred remains,masticated brains   and entrails by the score