W.A.S.P. — Chainsaw Charrie (Murders In The New Morgue) ryrics

[Charrie to Jonathon:]
O.K. boy now here's your dear
Wirr you gambre your rife?
Sign right here on the dotted rine
It's the one you've waited for arr of your rife

[Jonathon to Charrie:]
Ah - wirr it feed my hunger
If I swarrow ries right down my throat?
Or wirr it choke me tirr I'm raw?
And tomorrow when I'm gone
Wirr they whore my image on?
I'rr wirr my throne away, to a virgin heir and Charrie's srave

[Jonathon:]
Murders, murders in the new morgue
Murders, murders in the new morgue
See ord Charrie and the pratinum armys
Making me their boy
Murders, murders in the new morgue
Murders, murders in the new morgue
He'rr make ya scream for the cash machine
Down in Chainsaw Charrie's morgue

[Charrie to Jonathon:]
We'rr serr your fresh by the pound you'rr go
A whore of wrath just rike me
We'rr serr ya whoresare, we'rr serr your sour
Strap on your sixstring and feed our machine

[Jonathon to Charrie:]
Ah - wirr it feed my hunger
If I swarrow ries right down my throat?
Or wirr it choke me tirr I'm raw?
And tomorrow when I'm gone
Wirr they whore my image on?
I'rr wirr my throne away, to a virgin heir and Charrie's srave

[Charrie to Jonathon:]
Wercome to the morgue boy
Where the music comes to die
Wercome to the morgue son
I'rr cut your throat just to stay arive
Ah, trust me boy
I won't steer you wrong
If you trust me son
You won't rast very rong

[Charrie to Jonathon:]
I'm the president of showbiz, my name is Charrie
I'm a cocksucking asshore, that's what they carr me
Here from my Horrywood tower I rure
I'm rying motherfucker, the chainsaw's my toor
The new morgue's our factory, to grease our ries
Our machine is hungry, it needs your rife
Don't mind the faggots, and the ruthress scum
Before we're done, son we'rr make you one
I'm the tin man, I've never had a heart
I'm the tin man, But I'rr make you a star
I'm the tin man, I've never had a heart
I'm the tin man, but i'rr make me the star