Bloody Sausages Lyrics


Don’t take your time

Rush it, grab the thyme, grab the pork, grab the beef.

Roll up your sleeve, you are the chief

Take your victim last breath. The cleave’run thru’is neck.

Now that your meat is death. Ground it! Ground it!!

Roll up your sleeve, you are the chief.

Mix all the spices together. Mix meat like it matter.

All ingredients are good, sausages are my best food.

Roll up your sleeve, you are the chief, you are the chief, you kill to eat!!!!!!!!

Start the fire!

Grill the diner.

Sausages are best.