Chainsaw Charlie (Murders in the New Morgue) - Live Lyrics
| Song | Chainsaw Charlie (Murders in the New Morgue) - Live |
| Artist | W.A.S.P. |
| Album | The Crimson Idol |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Lawless | |
| O.K. boy now here's your deal | |
| Will you gamble your life? | |
| Sign right here on the dotted line | |
| It's the one you've waited for all of your life | |
| Ah - will it feed my hunger | |
| If I swallow lies right down my throat? | |
| Or will it choke me till | |
| I'm raw? And tomorrow when | |
| I'm gone Will they whore my image on? | |
| I'll will my throne away, to a virgin heir and | |
| Charlie's slave | |
| Murders, murders in the new morgue urders, murders in the new morgue | |
| See old Charlie and the platinum armys | |
| Making me their boy | |
| Murders, murders in the new morgue | |
| Murders, murders in the new morgue | |
| He'll make ya scream for the cash machine | |
| Down in Chainsaw | |
| Charlie's morgue | |
| We'll sell your flesh by the pound you'll go | |
| A whore of wrath just like me | |
| We'll sell ya wholesale, we'll sell your soul | |
| Strap on your sixstring and feed our machine | |
| Ah - will it feed my hunger f | |
| I swallow lies right down my throat? | |
| Or will it choke me till | |
| I'm raw? And tomorrow when | |
| I'm gone Will they whore my image on? | |
| I'll will my throne away, to a virgin heir and | |
| Charlie's slave | |
| Welcome to the morgue boy | |
| Where the music comes to die | |
| Welcome to the morgue son | |
| I'll cut your throat just to stay alive | |
| Ah, trust me boy | |
| I won't steer you wrong | |
| If you trust me son | |
| You won't last very long | |
| I'm the president of showbiz, my name is | |
| Charlie I'm a cocksucking asshole, that's what they call me | |
| Here from my | |
| Hollywood tower | |
| I rule I'm lying motherfucker, tje chainsaw's my tool | |
| The new morgue's our factory, to grease our lies | |
| Our machine is hungry, it needs your life | |
| Don't mind the faggots, and the ruthless scum | |
| Before we're done, son we'll make you one | |
| I'm the tin man, | |
| I've never had a heart | |
| I'm the tin man, | |
| But I'll make you a star | |
| I'm the tin man, | |
| I've never had a heart | |
| I'm the tin man, but | |
| I'll make me the star |
| zuo ci : Lawless | |
| O. K. boy now here' s your deal | |
| Will you gamble your life? | |
| Sign right here on the dotted line | |
| It' s the one you' ve waited for all of your life | |
| Ah will it feed my hunger | |
| If I swallow lies right down my throat? | |
| Or will it choke me till | |
| I' m raw? And tomorrow when | |
| I' m gone Will they whore my image on? | |
| I' ll will my throne away, to a virgin heir and | |
| Charlie' s slave | |
| Murders, murders in the new morgue urders, murders in the new morgue | |
| See old Charlie and the platinum armys | |
| Making me their boy | |
| Murders, murders in the new morgue | |
| Murders, murders in the new morgue | |
| He' ll make ya scream for the cash machine | |
| Down in Chainsaw | |
| Charlie' s morgue | |
| We' ll sell your flesh by the pound you' ll go | |
| A whore of wrath just like me | |
| We' ll sell ya wholesale, we' ll sell your soul | |
| Strap on your sixstring and feed our machine | |
| Ah will it feed my hunger f | |
| I swallow lies right down my throat? | |
| Or will it choke me till | |
| I' m raw? And tomorrow when | |
| I' m gone Will they whore my image on? | |
| I' ll will my throne away, to a virgin heir and | |
| Charlie' s slave | |
| Welcome to the morgue boy | |
| Where the music comes to die | |
| Welcome to the morgue son | |
| I' ll cut your throat just to stay alive | |
| Ah, trust me boy | |
| I won' t steer you wrong | |
| If you trust me son | |
| You won' t last very long | |
| I' m the president of showbiz, my name is | |
| Charlie I' m a cocksucking asshole, that' s what they call me | |
| Here from my | |
| Hollywood tower | |
| I rule I' m lying motherfucker, tje chainsaw' s my tool | |
| The new morgue' s our factory, to grease our lies | |
| Our machine is hungry, it needs your life | |
| Don' t mind the faggots, and the ruthless scum | |
| Before we' re done, son we' ll make you one | |
| I' m the tin man, | |
| I' ve never had a heart | |
| I' m the tin man, | |
| But I' ll make you a star | |
| I' m the tin man, | |
| I' ve never had a heart | |
| I' m the tin man, but | |
| I' ll make me the star |
| zuò cí : Lawless | |
| O. K. boy now here' s your deal | |
| Will you gamble your life? | |
| Sign right here on the dotted line | |
| It' s the one you' ve waited for all of your life | |
| Ah will it feed my hunger | |
| If I swallow lies right down my throat? | |
| Or will it choke me till | |
| I' m raw? And tomorrow when | |
| I' m gone Will they whore my image on? | |
| I' ll will my throne away, to a virgin heir and | |
| Charlie' s slave | |
| Murders, murders in the new morgue urders, murders in the new morgue | |
| See old Charlie and the platinum armys | |
| Making me their boy | |
| Murders, murders in the new morgue | |
| Murders, murders in the new morgue | |
| He' ll make ya scream for the cash machine | |
| Down in Chainsaw | |
| Charlie' s morgue | |
| We' ll sell your flesh by the pound you' ll go | |
| A whore of wrath just like me | |
| We' ll sell ya wholesale, we' ll sell your soul | |
| Strap on your sixstring and feed our machine | |
| Ah will it feed my hunger f | |
| I swallow lies right down my throat? | |
| Or will it choke me till | |
| I' m raw? And tomorrow when | |
| I' m gone Will they whore my image on? | |
| I' ll will my throne away, to a virgin heir and | |
| Charlie' s slave | |
| Welcome to the morgue boy | |
| Where the music comes to die | |
| Welcome to the morgue son | |
| I' ll cut your throat just to stay alive | |
| Ah, trust me boy | |
| I won' t steer you wrong | |
| If you trust me son | |
| You won' t last very long | |
| I' m the president of showbiz, my name is | |
| Charlie I' m a cocksucking asshole, that' s what they call me | |
| Here from my | |
| Hollywood tower | |
| I rule I' m lying motherfucker, tje chainsaw' s my tool | |
| The new morgue' s our factory, to grease our lies | |
| Our machine is hungry, it needs your life | |
| Don' t mind the faggots, and the ruthless scum | |
| Before we' re done, son we' ll make you one | |
| I' m the tin man, | |
| I' ve never had a heart | |
| I' m the tin man, | |
| But I' ll make you a star | |
| I' m the tin man, | |
| I' ve never had a heart | |
| I' m the tin man, but | |
| I' ll make me the star |
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