"You got one choice, boy: sex or the saw. Sex is, nobody knows. But the saw, the saw is family."

Crushing!
Purulent cadaver, the calling of the splatter
Dead skin and decay, from your remains I shall gather
Your wretched corpus upon the slab has been laid
No anesthesia involved as I scramble your brain

This is my display
My perversity
Foul rancid butchery
Your body my lore
I am the Rembrandt of gore

Bloodbath, exuberant rotting mess
Gangrenous corpus upon the slab has been laid
You're long dead when hemostasia sets in
Inept and ponderously stitched together
I rejoice in my brand new piece of leather

Dead skin and decay
Watch me decorticate
Violently detruncate
Morbidly decorate
Dead skin and decay!
Dead skin and decay, nothing else to Gein
Dead skin and decay!
Dead skin and decay, nothing else to Gein
Dead skin and decay!
Dead skin and decay, nothing else to Gein