I'm a killer, and a gravedigger   My stew will be made out of you   I eat women, I'm a cannibal   And a necrophiliac too   I make bracelets 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 his 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   Then I'll eat them in my kitchen   I will savour the mortal meal   It's delicious, I'm excited   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