Many years ago in a small town
There was a men different from all
He lived alone in a big house
Made of flesh bone and blood.
There was a men different from all
He lived alone in a big house
Made of flesh bone and blood.
Plainfield's butcher is in my head
His illness made him a maniac
With knifes and hatcets he has slaughtered
Living and the dead with no distinction.
Corpse exhumed from the cemetery
Waistcoats made of human skin
Dead flesh scattered around the house
A head in a bag placed on a chair
Plainfield's butcher is in my head
His illness made him a maniac
With knifes and hatcets he has slaughtered
Living and the dead with no distinction.
A bigotted mum ruined him
Madness told him what to do
Loneliness made him fre
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