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