: Every night the same old game after the show you are looking for something you're on the road for much too long your love has grown between your legs
Backstreets of the town his steps are clanging now he?s horny, searching for flesh in his hand a blade of solid steel now it?s the time you got to feel Mad Butcher
: Black visions from the satellite Sky deaf ears they never get cries Fat jackals howl at the moon flies Buzzing playing death's tune Night ends but
: 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,
