Hacksore cutting through my veins
Drill bits drilling in my brain
Buckled down with tightening chain
The slow excruciating pain
Hooked chains cutting human flesh
Where's my Hacksaw?
Face Covered up with mess
Where's my Hacksaw?
Hunting 'round for tools of prey
Where's my Hacksaw?
Slow autopsy of my prey
Where's my Hacksaw?
Blades, Pliers
Industrial snips
Using knives to cut
Out bits
Have you seen my knife
Or hacksaw?
1-2-3-4, Time-for-Hacksore
Hack, Sore
Fable Of Filth
Cut, Gut, Beaten, Eaten
Masticated By The Spasticated
Hacksore
Only Tools And Corpses
Mutilated In Minutes, Severed In Seconds
Put Your Bits In A Concrete Mix
Can't Fit Her Limbs In The Fridge
To Catch A Killer (A Serial Sing-A-Long)
Severed, Sawn And Sold As Porn
Hack In The Back Dumped In A Sack
Selection And Dissection Of Parts For Resurrection
...And Everything Went Black
Nervous Gibbering Wreck
Adding Insult To Injury
Her Gash I Did Splash
Pain As A Prelude To Death
Bed 'Em, Behead 'Em
A Very Grave Business
Village People Of The Damned