Lyrics to Ed Gein

ed gein - bathed in orange
shed tears of blood in the evening sun. bathed in orange and silhouetted. the brightness decieves. you ripped out my heart. your smile decieves. turn your sour face to the sky. bare reddened teeth in ed gein

ed gein - beating a dead horse
she's a dead horse. there's no sense in beating her into the ground. she's a dead horse. accept it and move on. no matter how many times you kick her in the chest she will not take another breath. and ed gein

ed gein - i wish you the best
i can see it in your eyes you've finally learned your lesson i could forgive and forget but it's to little, to late i could say i told you so but i think a big old fuck you is much more appropriate ed gein

ed gein - nice shoes, wanna fuck
carve another notch in your bedpost, whore lay back and tally up the score count the number of hearts you've ripped from chests then put your pretty eyes to rest they've had a long day of looking for ed gein

ed gein - score one for team bitch
even as a friend you manage to lodge a knife between my shoulder blades. i have no more need for these photos. i have betrayal and viciousness to remind me of your face. so i'll be giving these pictur ed gein

ed gein - the marlboro man is a douche bag
light up another one, you inconsiderate shit head you're infringing on my right to breathe clean air for all of us who like our lungs the way they are go smoke a shotgun instead ed gein

ed gein - what is this monstrosity
we have three choices from here evolution, regression, or stagnation and i will choose the first i would rather move on because looking backwards is worse than standing still i will move on i will tak ed gein

ed gein - willie loman
"it's not what you say, but how you say it." keep telling yourself that and it will become you. but when you're held up to the light you're transparent. as the wind blows through the skeleto ed gein

ed gein - you suck at life and i'm not talking about the board game
you want to see me fail you want to pump my dreams full of lead and put their blood soaked corpses on public display with a sign around their neck that says this is what happens when you dont do thing ed gein

church of misery - plainfield (ed gein)
round barnice warden next victim headless body on a hook natural born psychopath and his name " ed gein "

macabre - ed gein
and coffee drums made with flesh organs frying in my kitchen and the skin of your chest is my vest ed gein - he's crazy, he's mental, he's sick

bloodhound gang - mama say
allow brain blank kinda hollow not to deep leap wow oh kinda shallow 'cause we're in your face like ed gein purple rain, purple rain mama say, mama sa, mama cu sa (mama say, mama sa, mama cu sa) mama say, m

buck 65 - 1957
. what can the numbers and the words in my head mean? killroy was here and so was buster crab and ed gein . no joke. hit the low note. we all go to heaven in a little row boat. the pen keeps moving in