There'll be Gein wear that's made of embalmed ladies
A heart in a frying pan and lips on a string
Some scraps and fats and skeletons and sure as you're born
The ugliest of all was the oozing corpse
A heart in a frying pan and lips on a string
Some scraps and fats and skeletons and sure as you're born
The ugliest of all was the oozing corpse
