Macabre Slaughter Thy Poser 1. Fish Tales Albert's kitchen was used for his gallery Where young kids would end up in his belly He ate kids like a fish would eat plankton With a spiked paddle Fish liked to spank them Shiver me timbers terrible old man Went fishing for kids in a sea made of land Ahoy there mateys believe if you can Albert Fish was a kid cannibal old man Albert fished in a lot of towns Hooking young kids all around He caught them with lures and bait Fish cleaned and cooked the kids he ate Shiver me timbers terrible old man Went fishing for kids in a sea made of land Ahoy there mateys believe if you can Albert Fish was a kid cannibal old man 2. Behind the Wall of Sleep Precious cups within the flower Deadly petals with strange power Faces shine a deadly smile Back up on you at your trial Chill and numbs from head to toe Icy sun with frosty glow Why'd you go reaching your sorrow? Why'd you go read no tomorrow Feel your spirit rise with the priest Feel your body falling to its knees Take your walk of remorse Take your body to a corpse Take your body to a corpse Take your body to a corpse If you want all remorse Take your body to a corpse Now from darkness, there springs light Wall of Sleep is cold and bright Wall of Sleep is lying broken Sun shines in, you are awoken 3. Slaughter Thy Poser Slaughter thy poser I'm thrashing him down. Thrashing him into the ground. Slamming our sledges down on their heads. All posers soon will be dead. Slicing and cleaving, enjoying their pain. Carving our way to their brains. Inflicting our vengeance, their makeup's' now blood. Feeding our dogs with their remains. Torturing them with our weapons of pain. All of their blood we will drain. A swing of our axe and off comes his head. All of the posers are dead. His head in a vice, it would be very nice. All posers will die by our hands. We'll rip out their hair and burn out their eyes. All of their blood we demand. Slaughter thy poser I'm cracking his face I'll shatter his skull with my mace Plunging our ice picks into their eyes All of the posers will die Slaughter thy poser I laugh as he begs I'll saw of his arms and his legs, you faggot You poser, you cannot escape Your head I will crush like a grape. 4. Freeze Dried Man Jeffrey Dahmer wanted a freeze-dried man So he could do the things he enjoyed again and again Jeff said he'd fondle, rub, and lay with his freeze dried man And pose him for pictures if flexible, with his Polaroid in hand Jeffrey had a plan To freeze dry a man But the device was thirty grand So the thought was quickly canned He went to the taxidermist to enquire on how to freeze dry He told the man it was for a rabbit, that was just a lie Instead Jeffrey wanted to freeze dry a man But the device was thirty grand, So the thought was quickly canned Jeffrey had a plan To freeze dry a man But the device was thirty grand So the thought was quickly canned 5. Dr. Holmes (He Stripped Their Bones) Just call me Dr. Holmes I'd like to strip your bones But first I'm going to kill you Inside of my black hotel I'll gas you in your bedroom I'm going to take your life soon Dr. Holmes he stripped their bones To medical students their skeletons he sold He melted their flesh in acid bath And sold their bones in classified ads I want you to work for me But don't tell anybody Just come to my black hotel And bring me all your money I'll put you in my lime pit Your life I'm going to end it Dr. Holmes he stripped their bones To medical students their skeletons he sold He melted their flesh in acid bath And sold their bones in classified ads 6. Ed Gein I'm a killer, and a grave digger My stew will be made out of you I eat women, I'm a cannibal And a necrophiliac too I make braclets out of bodies And coffee drums made with flesh Organs frying in my kitchen And the skin of your chest is my vest Ed Gein - He's crazy, He's mental, He's sick Ed Gein - The head of a girl in his sink Ed Gein - His soup bowl is made of a skull Ed Gein - Your face is a trophy on the wall I'm a fiend, I'm so morbid That I sleep with your organs at night And have sex with decaying bodies To me it's such a delight The I'll eat them in my kitchen I will savor the mortal meal It's delicious, I'm exited Just the thought of gives me a thrill Ed Gein - He'll shoot you in the head Ed Gein - Then drag you home on a sled Ed Gein - He'll gut you in his woodshed Ed Gein - Does things to your corpse people dread