Somewhere in a distant wood When the roaming fog is holding you A man is made of fuel and steel With an old 12 gauge Remington Getting his hot red motor on Until your corpse gets killed He's going to heal your curse Blowing up your crusts You'll see the light In a burst Chainsaw, chainsaw and boomstick Mad Ash, out of his mind The dead are laughing, they can fly Above the ground He's going to heal your curse Blowing up your crusts You'll see the light In a burst Chainsaw, chainsaw and boomstick Chainsaw and boomstick