This flesh palace is beginning to rot.
Raw meat and bones in a boiling pot.
Love profane, clog the drain, purging my sins.
The butcher's at the chopping block.
Shall we begin?

Death, murder, famine
Fill the emptiness inside of me.
Television, politician,
Monkey brain lobotomy.
Deviant welcome to all new arrivals.
A slaughterhouse striptease, a game of survival.

I will leave the light on for you...

Now, you're naked, hung up to dry,
Dripping red roses in a house full of flies.
It's a thrill ride, the time of your life.
Come in, take a step a little deeper inside.

Dressed as a clown, I'm the master macabre.
Sadistic, drunk, bloated nihilist slob.
You can't deny me, you can't even fake it.
Handcuffed, turn around, bend over and take it.

Lying on a deathbed, tied up in vines.
Cut from the fabric in a room full of knives.
Shell shocked and writhing, foam at the mouth.
Eat you alive till I'm six feet down.

Now, you're naked, hung up to dry,
Dripping red roses in a house full of flies.
It's a thrill ride, the time of your life.
Come in, take a step a little deeper inside.

Wails and moans and prison cries
Echo in the dark recesses of my mind.
You approach me, peeling off your disguise.
In this den of iniquity, the Sun don't shine.

Begging for forgiveness at your altar.
Begging for forgiveness at your altar!

Now, you're naked, hung up to dry,
Dripping red roses in a house full of flies.
It's a thrill ride, the time of your life.
Come in, take a step a little deeper inside.

Wails and moans and prison cries
Approach me, peeling off your disguise.
It's a thrill ride, the time of your life
In this den of iniquity, the Sun don't shine.


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Slaughterhouse Striptease song meanings
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