A big belly, a chainsaw
The slaughterer and the ones to be slaughtered
An outpatient, a mercenary
A rubber cloth and a principle


The meat grinder
And the slaughterer's bum spin in the beat of the hammer
Those circular saws, bring a message
The rematory of death


Then the blood flares up
When the tall and sweaty metalhead yells
Eyes spurt out of the head
When he throws up on the floor


He sits beside Virgin Mary
And farts pillars of fire up to heavens
He kneels in front of the Pope
And throws the Pope's dinner into the water


Bad ugly, motordick
The strangler and the ones to be strangled
A mercenary, an open patient
A rubber cloth is the principle