Righteous Pigs Manson Klan
Punish you for what you've done You better run for shelter Wrathful thinking has begun It's time for helter-skelter Subliminal messages put into my brain And crammed into my head I catch a rush inflicting pain Well after victim screams no more A figment of my imagination Becomes this tragic ordeal I've done this to shock the nation I'm heartless you know how I must feel Carving away into this twisted figure So savagely yet so quietly I've drained the life from this wounded creature Carressing her body so violently Reassuring myself I gouged the baby From sharons bleeding womb Poor sharon tate and unborn child Forever to be entombed...