Eddie The Butcher

He can make a blind man see our lord
They call him Eddie the Butcher
You can die by pistol or knife or sword
They call him Eddie the Butcher

King of his trade and all the chaos that he made
Visions displayed, a thousand cuts from his blade
Surgical precision carried out with a mission
Security, prohibition, never indecision

He can make a blind man see our lord
They call him Eddie the Butcher
You can die by pistol or knife or sword
They call him Eddie the Butcher

Likely sides with a big long knife
Demon arise in a crimson sky
King of the flies, he's immortalized
No compassion, agonize

He can make a blind man see our lord
They call him Eddie the Butcher
You can die by pistol or knife or sword
They call him Eddie the Butcher