The Boomstick (Evil Dead Song)

Chorus

Swallow your soul

I'll cut you down before the morning grows cold

Swallow your soul

Watch the cabin walls begin to fold

Swallow your soul

Groovy in the grip of what was told

I'm burying the love I used to hold

Verse 1

Pages of skin and ink made of blood

Linda is screaming deep underneath the black wood mud

Trees start to snap

Everything we brought turned into a trap

Pre-Chorus

Look what you made me do

I'm sawing through you

Blood on the lens

This never ends

Chorus

Swallow your soul

I'll cut you down before the morning grows cold

Swallow your soul

Watch the cabin walls begin to fold

Swallow your soul

Groovy in the grip of what was told

I'm burying the love I used to hold

Verse 2

Five friends came inside

Now there is nowhere for a man like me to hide

Hand has a mind of its own

I severed the flesh and I splintered the bone

Pre-Chorus

Look what you made me do

I'm sawing through you

Blood on the lens

This never ends

Chorus

Swallow your soul

I'll cut you down before the morning grows cold

Swallow your soul

Watch the cabin walls begin to fold

Swallow your soul

Groovy in the grip of what was told

I'm burying the love I used to hold

Bridge

Thirteen gauge for the things that crawl

One arm left to finish them all

Listen up you primitives

This is my boomstick

This is my boomstick

This is my boomstick

Chorus

Swallow your soul

I'll cut you down before the morning grows cold

Swallow your soul

Watch the cabin walls begin to fold

Swallow your soul

Groovy in the grip of what was told

I'm burying the love I used to hold