Wednesday 13 - All American Massacre lyrics

[Wednesday 13 - All American Massacre lyrics]

The bodies were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that the family would soon be there
Skull soup for grandpa
And an eye for the dog
The main course is up before too long

Place the bloody bucket on the ground
Bring the bitch down, bring the bitch down
Let me tell you about our law
It’s either sex or the saw yeah
All American massacre

Everyone knows there’s no place like home
Like one that’s filled with chain
Sawed fingers and bones who will survive
And what will be left of them
Just let God sort them out in the end

Run sally, run on through the night
Bring the bitch down, bring the bitch down
Place her firmly on the hook bon appétit
Send my regards tot the cook yeah

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