Big belly, a chainsaw
The butcher and the butchered
An outpatient, a mercenary
Latex clothes and a principle
The meatgrinder grinds
As does the butchers ass in the beat of the hammer
Circular saws, carrying the message
Crematorium of death
That's when the blood boils
When tall and sweaty metal fan shouts
The eyes pop out of the head
When he's throwing up in the floor
It sits beside virgin mary
And farts statues of fire up in to the sky
It kneels before the pope
And throws pope's meal in the water
Evil 'n ugly, motorcock
The strangler and the strangled
A mercenary , an outpatient
Latex gear is the principle