Texty:
Doctor Butcher

It's every man for himself now That's the way it's gonna be A nation armed and ready Civil war that's sure to be In a future as things just keep goin

Life of desperation that's his way Searchin' for a light to shine today But I know that I won't Help me Jesus can't you feel my pain? I'm so tired, twisted

Face your dying day, final judgement is passed today In your cell, cold sweats, no remorse no regrets For the crimes he'd commit, violent passions reliving

The stained glass lights the way On their knees the congregation prays Collection plate is passed your way Jesus looks down from sky On their knees the

I'm an innocent victim, I live in confusion Everything that I see, I see thru misery Have a soul, I've lost control, I need a fix of anything To ease

me the right doctor I'm sick of being used as an experiment The doctor is a butcher He'll give you some medicine just to suit you The doctor is a butcher

All fears kept inside the heart But none can quite compare He's pleading to god above Don't send me to the chair

The stained glass lights the way On their kness the congregation prays Collection plate is passed your way Jesus looks down from sky A tear fills his

I hate, you hate - we all hate!! Hate on the streets, school death increase On the rise, crack suicide Pre-teens with guns, perverted nuns, this life