Chop Top Sawyer

In the heart of Texas, where the sun burns hot
There's a tale of terror
That'll make yo blood clot
A man with a mask and a chainsaw
In hand leaves a trail of horror across
The fucking land Texas chainsaw massacre the legend lives on
Slicing trough some victims till the break of dawn

The Sawyer's family, you're the fucking enemy

Hearts pounding fast
Adrenaline rush
In Leatherface's game
There's no hush
Blood stained soil
And the smell of fear
Death draws near

Out in the backwoods
Were the trees stand tall
Echoes of scream haunt the nightfall
Leatherface
Lurking in the shadows
Deep where the nightmares
Dwell and the secrets keep

Sawyer's clan stomping on your fucking face
Sawyer's clan stomping on your fucking face

Texas chainsaw fucking massacre
The legend lives on slicing trough some victims
Till the break of muthafuckin dawn
Run for your life but you can't escape fate



Credits
Writer(s): Georgi Georgiev, Nikola Stoyanov, Stefan Atanasov
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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