Mr Albert Fish Songtext / Lyric

He loved to hear the little kids scream

His instruments of hell did gleam

A box with a cleaver, saw and a knife

He used them to cut up their innocent lives

Mr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish?

Mr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish?

Mr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish?

Mr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish?

He took 12-year old Grace Budd home

And then he sawed right through her bones

With carrots and onions he made a stew

Her body parts was also used

Mr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish?

Mr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish?

Mr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish?

Mr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish?

With his fist in the air, he'd scream he was Christ

He'd do things to kids that weren't too nice

He'd lure them in and eat them up

Albert Fish, you were such a fucking nut

Mr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish?

Mr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish?

Mr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish?

Mr. Albert Fish, was children your favourite dish?