[Verse 1]
In the woods of Wisconsin, the silence was deep,
Plainfield folks had secrets they’d rather keep.
But behind locked doors on Second Avenue,
Ed Gein was doin' things no sane man would do.
[Verse 2]
He lost his mama, his anchor, his guide,
Said, “She was pure. The others lied.”
He’d read old books on Nazis and death,
And dig up the graves with each ghostly breath.
[Chorus]
🎵 In a farmhouse cold, with skin on the chairs,
Bones in boxes and skulls on stairs,
He said, “I never killed 'em all, just dug a few,”
But the butcher of Plainfield, oh, the devil he knew. 🎵
[Verse 3]
Bernice Worden went missin’ one day,
Hardware shop empty, blood in her way.
The cash receipt marked Ed’s last name,
Sheriff said, “This man ain’t playin’ no game.”
[Verse 4]
In the shed they found her, hung by her feet,
Gutted like game, in that November heat.
Inside the house: masks made of skin,
A belt of nipples, a box with a grin.
[Chorus]
🎵 In a farmhouse cold, with lips for a string,
A woman suit stitched for Ed to be “king.”
He said, “I wanted to be my mother again,”
But the butcher of Plainfield wore a woman’s skin. 🎵
[Bridge - Spoken Word over eerie guitar]
> “When I visited the graves... I’d come to myself and say,
‘Ed, what you’re doing is wrong.’ But I'd keep going anyway.”
– Ed Gein, 1957 confession
[Verse 5]
Nine death masks, two skulls on his bed,
Mary Hogan's face in a paper shed.
They found hearts in pans, a head in a sack,
And a silence in Ed that never talked back.
[Final Chorus]
🎵 No jury could grasp the dark in his eyes,
Declared him insane, no one surprised.
From Waupun to Mendota, locked away from the light,
But Plainfield remembers that November night. 🎵
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[Outro - Spoken]
Ed Gein died July 26, 1984,
At the Mendota Mental Health Institute.
But the ghosts of Plainfield…
Still walk that floor.
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