The noise of my chainsaw
the sound of breaking bones
drown out my radio

my home is my
slaughterhouse

the sugarsweet odour of
putrefying humans is
filling the air

my home is my
slaughterhouse

bones and flesh
towered up high...
the blood streams through
the rooms...

the noise of my chainsaw
the sound of breaking bones
drown out my radio

my home is my
slaughterhouse

please don't scream so loud,
'cause otherwise
your deathscreams
drown out my radio

the birds, they love to fly
the nuns, they love to sex

the cats love catching mice
and i to hack and slice