His old home now looked quite plain
Out it kept Wisconsin rain
Descend’ from Prussia, were his Mama and Papa

Quite a load he took from cemetery
There unfolded script quite scary
Not good, as such, was mean Gein’s ghastly home
And they’re sure he was dealin’
In pastime: necrophelin’
Was evil, much, at mean Gein’s ghastly home

In his house were skulls standing
Igor-like he snatched and pried
Up caskets mouldering; artistry to ply on

Vest not plain: bedecked with mammararies
Shades are pulled with lips: be wary
Cadav’rous touch in mean Gein’s ghastly home
Teats are a-dorning belts, see;
Skin stretching’ on upholst’ry
Preserv-ed snatch in mean Gein’s ghastly home

[spoken:

The cops did take a peek around, saw
Where poor Bernice hung around raw ]
Like venison - what next was ol’ Ed scheming?

Poor Mary Hogan’s dermis masked was tawdry
Farm alarm was Plainfield’s fame-break
Film owed so much to mean Gein’s ghastly home
Hollywood’s claim to seamy
With the aid of that Psycho theme
As Bates slayed, bequeathe of mean Gein’s ghastly home