CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : ​my axe

Hey kids

My axe is my buddy, I bring him when I walk
Me and my axe will leave your head outlined in chalk
My axe is my buddy, he always makes me laugh
Me and my axe cut bigots' spinal cords in half
My axe is my buddy, and when I wind him back
Me and my axe will give your forehead a b***crack
My axe is my buddy, I never leave without him
Me and my axe will leave your neck a bloody fountain

Everybody, everybody, everybody run
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop
Everybody, evеrybody, everybody run
Murdering, murdеring, murdering fun
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop

Axe is my buddy, we right the planet's wrongs
Me and my axe leave bigots dead on richie lawns
My axe is my buddy, he never made me cry
Me and my axe will leave a divot for your eye
*Laughing*
My axe is my buddy, don't take him for a chump
Me and my axe will leave you hopping on a stump
Everybody, everybody, everybody run
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop
Everybody, everybody, everybody run
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop

Look into the deadest tree, tell me baby what you see
Don't you hear the branches cry, asking for the reasons why
Did they hang so many men from the branches off of them
Why did humans make them play, with them in their evil way
Look into the moon’s beam, can you fathom what it's seen?
Bodies dragging from a truck, driven by a bigot f**k
Why you think the heavens cry, acid rain and blizzard sky
Ain't no covering the tracks, and that's why I'm here, and oh yes

My axe is my buddy, he'll thump into your head
Me and my axe will make your white hoodies red
My axe is my buddy, you let that Dixie wave
Me and my axe will f**k your mother on your grave
*Laughing*
Each time I'd harm someone, each time I'd kill someone, there'd be an enormous amount of, especially at first, an enormous amount of horror, guilt, remorse afterwards, but then that impulse to do it again would come back even stronger

Everybody, everybody, everybody run
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop
Everybody, everybody, everybody run
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop
Everybody, everybody, everybody run
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun
Chop chop chop chop chop chop chop
Everybody, everybody, everybody run
Murdering, murdering, murdering fun
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop
Swing swing swing, chop chop chop