Chainsaw Charlie (Murders in the New Morgue)
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| "Chainsaw Charlie (Murders In The New Morgue)" | ||
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| Single by W.A.S.P. | ||
| from the album The Crimson Idol | ||
| Released | 1992 | |
| Format | vinyl record (7") Cassette Compact Disc |
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| Recorded | ? | |
| Genre | Heavy metal | |
| Length | 7:48 | |
| Label | Capitol Records | |
| Producer(s) | Blackie Lawless | |
Chainsaw Charlie (Murders in the New Morgue) is a song by the American heavy metal band W.A.S.P. from the concept album "The Crimson Idol" which was released in 1992.
[edit] Lyrics
Charlie to Jonathon O.K. boy now here's your deal Will you gamble your life? Sign right here on the dotted line It's the one you've waited for all of your life
Jonathon to Charlie Ah - will it feed my hunger If I swallow lies right down my throat? Or will it choke me till I'm raw? And tomorrow when I'm gone Will they whore my image on? I'll will my throne away, to a virgin heir and Charlie's slave
Jonathon Murders, murders in the new morgue Murders, murders in the new morgue See old Charlie and the platinum armys Making me their boy Murders, murders in the new morgue Murders, murders in the new morgue He'll make ya scream for the cash machine Down in Chainsaw Charlie's morgue
Charlie to Jonathon We'll sell your flesh by the pound you'll go A whore of wrath just like me We'll sell ya wholesale, we'll sell your soul Strap on your sixstring and feed our machine
Jonathon to Charlie Ah - will it feed my hunger If I swallow lies right down my throat? Or will it choke me till I'm raw? And tomorrow when I'm gone Will they whore my image on? I'll will my throne away, to a virgin heir and Charlie's slave
Charlie to Jonathon Welcome to the morgue boy Where the music comes to die Welcome to the morgue son I'll cut your throat just to stay alive Ah, trust me boy I won't steer you wrong If you trust me son You won't last very long
Charlie to Jonathon I'm the president of showbiz, my name is Charlie I'm a cocksucking asshole, that's what they call me Here from my Hollywood tower I rule I'm lying motherfucker, the chainsaw's my tool The new morgue's our factory, to grease our lies Our machine is hungry, it needs your life Don't mind the faggots, and the ruthless scum Before we're done, son we'll make you one I'm the tin man, I've never had a heart I'm the tin man, But I'll make you a star I'm the tin man, I've never had a heart I'm the tin man, but i'll make me the star
