Prisoner of Earth - The Ballad of Machete Miller Lyrics

Killer
Stone cold killer
Cracked skull sinner
In the eve of the winter

His name was Miller
Machete Miller
Grew up feeling lonesome
Felt like something gruesome

So he became something gruesome
He became...
Machete Miller

Don't got no chainsaw
No pistol from papaw
No scissors for hands
Just a machete from the marshlands

Machete walked right into town
And mowed a family down
Widower William twisting in the wind
His wife Wilma with her head missing

And when the boys in blue came busting in
Old Machete came to an end

So he became a living memory legend
He became...
Machete Miller