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 b**h down, bring the b**h down
Let me tell you about our law
It's either s** or the saw yeah
All American ma**acre
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 b**h down, bring the b**h down
Place her firmly on the hook
Bon appétit, send my regards tot the cook yeah