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Mad Butcher A fire is burning in his eyeshis brain is in war and the evil will risehis blood is black, it's scalding hotnow he's got to ramble,he knows that's his lot[CHORUS:]Through the Blackstreets of the townhis steps are clangingnow he's wanton, oh he's pantingin his hand a blade of solid steelnow it's the time you got to feel Mad Butcher He feels his driving, satifaction he needshe's watching you pussy, he will get his foodand when he arises you think it's a loverbut he likes strange pratices, you'll discover You lie on your bed, your view real seems greatbut instead of his prick,he's drawing his bladeoh he's so tender, when he makes love to youthat you couldn't stand it,it's a pitty for you
