[Intro]
[Gibberish]

[Verse 1]
Acres of land at the back of the house
The greenery grows never seeing a plow
Overgrown bushes and trees with bits of skin
On branches decomposing under a blouse
I seen a mouse, so I stomped him out
The blood on my boots getting traipsed around
Smearing the furnishings, wooden floor turning a reddish-type brown
Brother's been out, look what he's found
A meal for the family, it's better than cow
Drayton will wanna start cooking no doubt
So I better start in the slaughterhouse
Picking her up put her on the meat hook
With the screams that she sings gеtting loud
She gets me rilеd up 'cause it looks fun as f***
So I join in and start to shout

[Gibberish]

[Verse 2]
The cook needs smaller cuts of meat
Cut off the hands, cut off the feet
And chainsawing just above the knees
Give him some drumsticks to heat, yum yum
Then grind through the waist, nothing goes to waste
Boil down your bones for that yum marrow taste
Blood bone marrow soup is our Michelin-star starter pre-entree
Our main's a fillet of butt cheek steak
Served by your host Leatherface
We got the best food in town
Welcome to the Sawyer human steakhouse
[Chorus]
[Voice imitating chainsaw rev]
Don't run
[Voice imitating chainsaw rev]
No fun
[Voice imitating chainsaw rev]
No fun
I been killing from the break of dawn
I work real hard getting all limbs sawn
I been killing from the break of dawn
I work real hard getting all limbs sawn

[Verse 3]
Visitors come with no invitation
Know that we don't take kindly to infiltration
But still get them a table with no reservation
But then it's mistaken for intimidation
They come through the front door
Leave out the window every god damn time
So we will tie you down to the bone furniture
You will do no more running tonight
Come meet our Grandpa, he's the best killer
I know he looks dead, but he just needs some dinner
I’m gonna cut ya, then he'll suck on your finger
Go Gramps I know you can hit her
Don't loosen your grip on your brother
Great straight out the window, there goes another
That's shattered and course I've gotta hunt her
Into the street I avoid 'cause I don't like "others"
(No)
[Verse 4]
They might see the scars I wanna erase
I'm adopting others' personalities
By cutting the skin off their face
And then sewing together with lace
To put on my head and embrace
I am safe in their skin when encased
I am confident I have a place
But it wasn't always that way
I got severe learning difficulties
I was put away in mental facilities
I once liked a girl, she was brought to her knees
I then thought about letting her go free
But she insulted Mom and called her crazy
And the Sawyers you know they love family
I don't actually wanna kill all the time
But I'm told to, have some sympathy

[Chorus]
[Voice imitating chainsaw rev]
Don't run
[Voice imitating chainsaw rev]
No fun
[Voice imitating chainsaw rev]
No fun
I been killing from the break of dawn
I work real hard getting all limbs sawn
I been killing from the break of dawn
I work real hard getting all limbs sawn
[Bridge]
We're not inbred hillbillies
We just love the taste of man meat
If you escape by some chance
I’ll do my Leatherface dance
We're not inbred hillbillies
We just love the taste of man meat
If you escape by some chance
I’ll do my Leatherface dance

[Chorus]
[Voice imitating chainsaw rev]
Don't run
[Voice imitating chainsaw rev]
No fun
[Voice imitating chainsaw rev]
No fun
I been killing from the break of dawn
I work real hard getting all limbs sawn
I been killing from the break of dawn
I work real hard getting all limbs sawn