In Conspiracy with Satanic Toupee Lyrics


Ringing bell, decrepit smell, seven seconds to Hell

Mortified, you have died, burned leather hide

Pitmaster, alabaster, perform for your master

Funeral parlor, embalmer, burgers at McDahmer’s

Huge Norske, with a fork, many uses for your corpse

Bat and board, biggest sword, charging hill with blue cord

Wolfpack, silverback, Castle von Lucius, attack!

Arm removed, bicep cleaned, prepare for Thanksgiving

The deed is done

You had your fun

You bred that nun

Chopped up your son

Porkmallet, Baron, Percy, The Judge and Jury

Crime scene, bleach clean, Apartment 213

Manson dance, deep trance, there is no second chance

End is nigh, beefy thigh, no choice—but comply!

Crimson stain, high gain, character derived from pain

Doomsday, time to pray, who has the right of way?

Purgatory, Satan’s fury, hail to evil’s glory

Contortion, charred foreskin, consequences for sin

Knife goes right in

Strips off the skin

Cut nice and thin

Tear it and grin