Way down south
In a town called Savannah
Where the moss hangs lows
From the shady panorama
You can hear the screams
The cries they echo
From the women
Butchered Long ago

The year was 1909
The devil came knocking
In broad daylight
He entered the home
With a rusty axe
And lust for blood
He came on in
And cut those bitches up

Cut you up
One by one
Let the blade do the trick
Watch you bleed
Lets make a scene
In this overwhelming Georgia heat

401 Perry Street
A swing of the axe
And there was blood on the sheets
401 Perry Street
The scene of the crime
And sounds of the screams
But be careful of the past
Because sometimes
Some days
History Repeats

There's Blood on the floor
But it's not 1909 anymore
The spirits are saying good morning
And you better heed their warning

Cause the past repeats
And the axe, it swings
So don't take that chance
Or its death at first glance

401 Perry Street
A swing of the axe
And there was blood on the sheets
401 Perry Street
The scene of the crime
And sounds of the screams
But be careful of the past
Because sometimes
Some days
History Repeats

History Repeats

Take this axe
To your back
Bury the hatchet
In your chest
There's no rest for the wicked
Now this mess I've made is splendid

Take
This
To
Your
Grave

401 Perry Street
A swing of the axe
And there was blood on the sheets
401 Perry Street
The scene of the crime
And sounds of the screams
But be careful of the past
Because sometimes
Some days
History Repeats

401 Perry Street
A swing of the axe
And there was blood on the sheets
401 Perry Street
The scene of the crime
And sounds of the screams
But be careful of the past
Because sometimes
Some days
History Repeats

History Repeats