Wednesday 13 - All American Ma**acre 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 b**h down, bring the b**h down Let me tell you about our law It's either s** or the saw yeah All American ma**acre 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 b**h down, bring the b**h down Place her firmly on the hook Bon appétit, send my regards tot the cook yeah