Eddie The Butcher Songtext
He can make a blind man see the lord
They call him Eddie the Butcher
You can die by pistol or knife or sword
They call him Eddie the Butcher
King of his trade and all the chaos that he made
Visions displayed a thousand cuts from his blade
Surgical precision carried out with a mission
Security provision never indecision
They call him Eddie the Butcher
You can die by pistol or knife or sword
They call him Eddie the Butcher
King of his trade and all the chaos that he made
Visions displayed a thousand cuts from his blade
Surgical precision carried out with a mission
Security provision never indecision
He can make a blind man see the lord
They call him Eddie the Butcher
You can die by pistol or knife or sword
They call him Eddie the Butcher
Likely sides with a big long knife
Demon arise in a crimson sky
King of the flies, leave no one alive
No compassion, agonize
He can make a blind man see the lord
They call him Eddie the Butcher
You can die by pistol or knife or sword
They call him Eddie the Butcher
They call him Eddie the Butcher
You can die by pistol or knife or sword
They call him Eddie the Butcher
Likely sides with a big long knife
Demon arise in a crimson sky
King of the flies, leave no one alive
No compassion, agonize
He can make a blind man see the lord
They call him Eddie the Butcher
You can die by pistol or knife or sword
They call him Eddie the Butcher
