Fritz Haarmann The Butcher — текст песни (macabre)

In a far away town
many years ago
There lived a man
who caused much woe
He`d murder young men
and slice up the meat
And sell to hungry town people to eat

Fritz Haarmann-
He chopped up young men
The Butcher
Made steaks out of them
Fritz Haarmann-
He sold them as meat
The Butcher-
For the people to eat

Young men were missing
nowhere in sight
But they ate their steak
with hungry delight
They`d go to Fritz Haarmann
to get more meat
But they didn`t know
young men they`d eat

Fritz Haarmann-
Made young men into meat
The butcher-
sold them on the street
Fritz Haarmann-
He`d sell them as steaks
The Butcher-
For the profit he`d make