Charlie to Jonathon: O.K. boy now heres your deal Will you gamble your life? Sign right here on the dotted line Its the one youve waited for all of your life
Jonathon to Charlie: Ah - will it feed my hunger If I swallow lies right down my throat? Or will it choke me till Im raw? And tomorrow when Im gone Will they whore my image on? Ill will my throne away, to a virgin heir and Charlies slave
Jonathon: Murders, murders in the new morgue Murders, murders in the new morgue See old Charlie and the platinum armys Making me their boy Murders, murders in the new morgue Murders, murders in the new morgue Hell make ya scream for the cash machine Down in Chainsaw Charlies morgue
Charlie to Jonathon: Well sell your flesh by the pound youll go A whore of wrath just like me Well sell ya wholesale, well sell your soul Strap on your sixstring and feed our machine
Jonathon to Charlie: Ah - will it feed my hunger If I swallow lies right down my throat? Or will it choke me till Im raw? And tomorrow when Im gone Will they whore my image on? Ill will my throne away, to a virgin heir and Charlies slave
Charlie to Jonathon: Welcome to the morgue boy Where the music comes to die Welcome to the morgue son Ill cut your throat just to stay alive Ah, trust me boy I wont steer you wrong If you trust me son You wont last very long
Charlie to Jonathon: Im the president of showbiz, my name is Charlie Im a cocksucking asshole, thats what they call me Here from my Hollywood tower I rule Im lying motherfucker, the chainsaws my tool The new morgues our factory, to grease our lies Our machine is hungry, it needs your life Dont mind the faggots, and the ruthless scum Before were done, son well make you one Im the tin man, Ive never had a heart Im the tin man, But Ill make you a star Im the tin man, Ive never had a heart Im the tin man, but ill make me the star