Running from Leatherface
Running from leatherface
Chasing me throughout the place
A deadskin mask, the face is sown
Chainsaw loves the skin and bones
He's gunna' get you, he's gunna' get you now
He's gunna' get you, he's gunna get you now
You've been gone in your disease
You've become a family fiend
Being cut by your sharp blade
Their blood becomes your marinade
Writer/s: Robby Bloodshed
