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Lyricist: W.A.S.P.
Lyrics:
They're poison snakes with double tongues Horny hedgehogs who do their wrong Deaf men and blind worms, they do not see They're pawns and rooks for a crimson king They are a government with a parliament of horrors Can you hear the screams from the fame machine Down in Chainsaw Charlie's morgue?
Okay, boy, now here's your deal Will you gamble your life? Sign right here on the dotted line It's the one you've waited for all of your life!
Ah, will it feed my hunger If I swallow lies right down my throat Or will it choke me 'til I'm raw? And tomorrow when I'm gone Will they whore my image on? I will my throne away To a virgin heir and Charlie's slave
Murders, murders in the new morgue Murders, murders in the new morgue See old Charlie and the platinum armies Making me their boy
Murders, murders in the new morgue Murders, murders in the new morgue He'll make ya scream for the cash machine Down in Chainsaw Charlie's morgue
We'll sell your flesh, by the pound you'll go A whore of wrath just like me We'll sell ya wholesale, we'll sell your soul Strap on your six-string and feed our machine
Ah, will it feed my hunger If I swallow lies right down my throat Or will it choke me 'til I'm raw? And tomorrow when I'm gone Will they whore my image on? I will my throne away To a virgin heir and Charlie's slave
Murders, murders in the new morgue Murders, murders in the new morgue See old Charlie and the platinum armies Making me their boy
Murders, murders in the new morgue Murders, murders in the new morgue He'll make ya scream for the cash machine Down in Chainsaw Charlie's morgue
Welcome to the morgue, boy Where the music comes to die Welcome to the morgue, son I'll cut your throat just to stay alive Ah, trust me, boy I won't steer you wrong If you trust me, son No, you won't last very long
Well, I'm the president of showbiz, my name is Charlie I'm a cocksucking asshole, that's what they call me Here from my Hollywood tower I rule I'm a lying motherfucker, the chainsaw's my tool The new morgue's our factory to grease our lies Our machine is hungry, it needs your life Don't mind the faggots and the ruthless scum Before we're done, son, we'll make you one
I'm the Tin Man No, I've never had a heart I'm the Tin Man Oh, but I'll make you a star I'm the Tin Man No, I've never had a heart I'm the Tin Man Yeah!
Murders, murders in the new morgue Murders, murders in the new morgue See old Charlie and the platinum armies Making me their boy Murders, murders in the new morgue Murders, murders in the new morgue He'll make ya scream for the cash machine Down in Chainsaw Charlie's morgue
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