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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.

Ah will it feed my hunger

If I swallow lies right down my throat?

Or will it choke me till l’m raw?

And tomorrow when l’m gone

Will they whore my image on?

I’ll will the throne away, to a virgin heir and Charlie’s slave.

Murders, murders in the new morgue...

See old Charlie and the platinum armys

Making me their boy

Murders, murders in the new morgue...

He’ll make ya scream for the cash machine

Down in chainsaw Charlie’s morgue.

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 sixting and feed our machine.

Ah will it feed my hunger

If I shallow lies right down my throat?

Or will it choke me till l’m raw?

And tomorrow when l’m gone

Will they whore my image on?

I’ll will my throne away, to a virgin heir and Charlie’s slave.

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.

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, l’ve never had a heart

I’m the tin man, but l’ll make you a star.