She's  over  by  my  place  as  decoration

I  preserved  her  face  for  inspiration

Flashlights  from  authorities

Lanterns  brighten  up  the  scene

Familiar  faces  of  the  long  dead

The  mad  butcher  goes  bump  in  the  night

And  loneliness  it  makes  nights  endless

The  farm  bathes  in  the  thumping  moonlight

It  incubates  my  grief  and  madness

And  sometimes  I  end  up  with  a  deadache

I  end  up  with  a  deadache

I  can't  feel  myself  I'm  sinking  deeper

Mother's  not  really  gone  I'm  dressing  in  her

Dusty  musty  shrine  to  ma

Board  the  door  so  she'll  keep  long

There's  no  way  that  she'll  be  leaving  me

The  mad  butcher  goes  bump  in  the  night

And  loneliness  it  makes  nights  endless

The  farm  bathes  in  the  thumping  moonlight

It  incubates  my  grief  and  madness

Sometimes  I  get  a  deadache,  yeah

Sometimes  I  get  a  deadache,  yeah

Sometimes

In  November  I  lost  my  family

They  took  away  all  my  friends  and  blamed  insanity

The  mad  butcher  goes  bump  in  the  night

And  loneliness  it  makes  nights  endless

The  farm  bathes  in  the  thumping  moonlight

It  incubates  my  grief  and  madness

And  sometimes,  sometimes

The  mad  butcher  goes  bump  in  the  night

And  loneliness  it  makes  nights  endless

The  farm  bathes  in  the  thumping  moonlight

It  incubates  my  grief  and  madness

And  sometimes  I  end  up  with  a  deadache

I  end  up  with  a  deadache,

I  end  up  with  a  deadache

I  end  up  with  a  deadache,  deadache,  deadache