Lyrics

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 Hoyt..!
(He’s… an *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…”