Текст песни Macabre - Fritz Haarmann The Butcher
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In a far away townmany years agoThere lived a manwho caused much woeHe`d murder young menand slice up the meatAnd sell to hungry town people to eatFritz Haarmann-He chopped up young menThe ButcherMade steaks out of themFritz Haarmann-He sold them as meatThe Butcher-For the people to eatYoung men were missingnowhere in sightBut they ate their steakwith hungry delightThey`d go to Fritz Haarmannto get more meatBut they didn`t knowyoung men they`d eatFritz Haarmann-Made young men into meatThe butcher-sold them on the streetFritz Haarmann-He`d sell them as steaksThe Butcher-For the profit he`d make