[Chorus: Tim Armstrong, Lars Frederiksen & Matt Freeman]He can make a blind man see the LordThey call him Eddie the ButcherYou can die by pistol or knife or swordThey call him Eddie the Butcher[Verse 1: Tim Armstrong]King of his trade and all the chaos that he madeVisions displayed a thousand cuts from his bladeSurgical precision carried out with a missionSecurity provision never indecision[Chorus: Tim Armstrong, Lars Frederiksen & Matt Freeman]He can make a blind man see the LordThey call him Eddie the ButcherYou can die by pistol or knife or swordThey call him Eddie the Butcher[Verse 2: Tim Armstrong]Likely sides with a big long knifeDemon arisе in a crimson skyKing of the flies, leavе no one aliveNo compassion, agonize[Chorus: Tim Armstrong, Lars Frederiksen & Matt Freeman]He can make a blind man see the LordThey call him Eddie the ButcherYou can die by pistol or knife or swordThey call him Eddie the Butcher
