Macabre — Mary Bell lyrics

Lyrics

The ketchup was blood
The mustard was pus
Inside the closet
Was pickled private parts
McDahmers — isn’t your kind of place
McDahmers — it’s not a happy place
McDahmers — he’ll boil off your face
McDahmers — you’ll never leave his place
The nuggets were testicles
The mayo was cum
The burgers were biceps
That he ate with condiments
McDahmers — it’s not your kind of place
McDahmers — it’s not a happy place
McDahmers — he’ll boil off your face
McDahmers — you’ll never leave his place