Interpret:

Destruction

Album:

Mad Butcher

Mad Butcher 
A fire is burning in his eyes 
his brain is in war and the evil will rise 
his blood is black, it's scalding hot 
now he's got to ramble, 
he knows that's his lot 


[CHORUS:] 
Through the Blackstreets of the town 
his steps are clanging 
now he's wanton, oh he's panting 
in his hand a blade of solid steel 
now it's the time you got to feel 


Mad Butcher 
He feels his driving, satifaction he needs 
he's watching you pussy, he will get his food 
and when he arises you think it's a lover 
but he likes strange pratices, you'll discover 


You lie on your bed, your view real seems great 
but instead of his prick, 
he's drawing his blade 
oh he's so tender, when he makes love to you 
that you couldn't stand it, 
it's a pitty for you