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