[00:00.000] 作词 : Marcel Schirmer/Michael Sifringer/Thomas Sandmann
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Marcel Schirmer/Michael Sifringer/Thomas Sandmann
[00:09.790]Mad butcher - a fire is burning in his eyes
[00:21.910]His mind is psycholic and the evil will rise
[00:24.340]His blood is black it's scalding hot
[00:26.780]Now he's got to ramble, he Lenows that's him destiny
[00:39.270]Through the backstreets of the town
[00:41.810]His steps are slanging
[00:44.460]Now he is horny, searching for a flesh
[00:47.090]In his hand a blade of steel
[00:49.620]Now it's time you're got it to feel
[01:03.660]Mad butcher
[01:14.150]He feels his driving satisfaction he needs
[01:16.880]He's watching your shit you will be his foo
[01:19.400]And when he appears you'll think he is a lover
[01:22.000]But he likes his strange way of loving, you will decover
[02:00.110]You lie on your bed your expectance is rising
[02:04.650]But instead of his shit he's taking his blad
[02:09.490]Oh he's so tender when he makes love to you
[02:14.260]That you can't stand it it's a pity for you
[02:59.820]Through the backstreets of the town
[03:02.230]His steps are slanging
[03:04.920]Now he is horny, searching for a flesh
[03:07.590]In his hand a blade of steel
[03:10.220]Now it's time you're got it to feel

作词 : Marcel Schirmer/Michael Sifringer/Thomas Sandmann
作曲 : Marcel Schirmer/Michael Sifringer/Thomas Sandmann
Mad butcher - a fire is burning in his eyes
His mind is psycholic and the evil will rise
His blood is black it's scalding hot
Now he's got to ramble, he Lenows that's him destiny
Through the backstreets of the town
His steps are slanging
Now he is horny, searching for a flesh
In his hand a blade of steel
Now it's time you're got it to feel
Mad butcher
He feels his driving satisfaction he needs
He's watching your shit you will be his foo
And when he appears you'll think he is a lover
But he likes his strange way of loving, you will decover
You lie on your bed your expectance is rising
But instead of his shit he's taking his blad
Oh he's so tender when he makes love to you
That you can't stand it it's a pity for you
Through the backstreets of the town
His steps are slanging
Now he is horny, searching for a flesh
In his hand a blade of steel
Now it's time you're got it to feel