THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE

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Down an old dirt Texas highway, sits a dusty little ghost town. “population.” a single family. They’re close knit, & take care of their own. This town gets their fill on passer-by’s… “See…” they eat the flesh of man. This is the land of… “The, Texas… Chainsaw Massacre..!” [V] The only gas station in these parts is run by The cook. If the cook ain’t got no gas, & the cook gives you fair warning. You best get, while the gettin’s good. [V] Here, an artist hitches this road, fixated on dead bodies & blood. Ridin’ through Texas, you might see one of his pieces, or worse, “him.” [BRIDGE] This town has a one man Police Force. He may-be this town’s Sheriff, but don’t be mistaken, he’s an *outlaw..!* [V] Here, dwells a boy built like a bear. He is the town’s butcher. He has the strength of three men. The speed of a linebacker &, The face of another. [V] Grandpa is a Legend of the ol’ west & ol’ south. He made a glorious mark in Texas. He has eaten many a man. Once touted “The Henry Armstrong” of crackin’ skulls. [C] This is the family of “The Texas… Chainsaw… Massacre..!” This is the town of “The, Texas… Chainsaw Massacre.” Here abides, The Sawyer kin… &, Sheriff Hoytt..! (The Lawman, *Outlaw.!*) [V] The cook is the ties that bind. The cook has his thoughts of guilt. The cook wild eyed and crazed. The cook will prod & poke, Beat & club, but he just don’t enjoy, killin’… Wether it be, Jerky or steak, or, his famous chili. The cook is cooking up, something special. [V] The Artist will cut himself, The Artist will bleed in joy. The Artist will cut you, You will bleed. The Artist will enjoy. [HOOK] Blood in & blood out. Bleed this & bleed that. He will wear his red. He will wear “Your” red. [B] This Sheriff is full of piss and vinegar. This Sheriff knows no quit. This Sheriff shows no sympathy. This Sheriff is a Dark Horse..! [HOOK] He’s an *Outlaw…* “An Outlaw..!” He’s trouble, & trouble finds a way. He’ll blow you *away…* [V] The boy will mallet your brain. The boy will have you hooked. The boy will fuh-lay your face. The boy will chainsaw his way, to bring you the *pain…* “In the hot summer of nineteen seventy-three”, This boy, they call “Leather-face” carried out… *The Texas Chainsaw Massacre!* He’s “revved…” up. (Bum-Bum-Bum…) & ready to do it “all… again..!” [V] Grandpa is well into his hundreds. Grandpa is be-loved by his family, He’s an icon in the eyes of his grandson. Grandpa suckles at the wounds, of weary women dinner guest. [C] This is the family of “The Texas… Chainsaw… Massacre..!” This is the town of “The, Texas… Chainsaw Massacre.” Here abides… Leather-Face… &, a Terrible Fate..! (Bum-Bum-Bum…) [V] He swings that mallet with, bolt-action force. He will shatter your skull. Leave ya, *death* shaken. [END] He will wear your face. He will spill your guts. He will leave you in pieces. *He will bring forth unto you…* “The, Texas! Chainsaw… Massacre…” He’s “revved…” up. (Bum-Bum-Bum..) & ready to do it “all… again…”