Edward Theodore "Ed" Gein ( /ˈɡiːn/; August 27, 1906 – July 26, 1984) was an American murderer and body snatcher. His crimes, committed around his hometown of Plainfield, Wisconsin, gathered widespread notoriety after authorities discovered Gein had exhumed corpses from local graveyards and fashioned trophies and keepsakes from their bones and skin. After police found body parts in his house in 1957, Gein confessed to killing two women: tavern owner Mary Hogan, in 1954; and a Plainfield hardware store owner, Bernice Worden, in 1957.
Initially found unfit to stand trial, following confinement in a mental health facility he was tried in 1968 for the murder of Worden and sentenced to life imprisonment, which he spent in a mental hospital. The body of Bernice Worden was found in Gein's shed; her head and the head of Mary Hogan were found inside his house. Robert H. Gollmar, the judge in the Gein case, wrote: "Due to prohibitive costs, Gein was tried for only one murder — that of Mrs. Worden." With fewer than three murders attributed to him, Gein does not meet the traditional definition of a serial killer. His case influenced the creation of several fictional serial killers, including Norman Bates from Psycho, Leatherface from The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and Jame Gumb from The Silence of the Lambs.
Nothing is more destructive than the belief that god is on your side.
Radical Muslim suicide bombers have it, and so does our president.
We're all screwed.
The most dangerous men in the world fighting like children over who has the better imaginary friend.
[Words and music by Devin Townsend]
[1] Not one of the better days
Nighttime, turn around
Lonely is the city tonight
Nighttime, all around
Lonely in the city tonight
Grey people stare at a static sky (as you will)
Ours is not to question why
Same thing, every time
It always seems to need what I'm not
To all the hopeful ones:
Nobody gives a fuck what you've got
I only wish that I could pray to god
(but you will)
Stay longer
Please don't leave me alone
Bastard, mother, father, no...
Time passed quicker than you will ever know
And they can push me harder
But you know I'll never go
And they will justify it, but you know
It will take them slow
[2] The girl from blue city
The lights from across the harbour
And the boys are out on the corners
Sex in the neon basements (red and smelly)
And don't feel a thing (it's too cold to worry)
So in the corner by the dock
Where there's no light
It smells like piss but no one knows
And right now just to sleep would be alright
...Feel old, gone where the feelings go
...Gone now in a field of green
Wise men talk because they have something to say, fools talk because they have to say something.
Which one are you? I'm no sage, but I'm no fool either.
Now shut your mouth and do your job.
Ed Gein, he ain't mean
just a little misunderstood
dressed up in his mothers skin
I would if I could
yellow brown white and black
Force that plane to land
He doesn't need it
It's not important
But these men get on the next flight out
They're friends of the family, and we're thick as thieves
Now force that plane to land
There's money to be had
There's favors to be paid
I don't care who has to die
Amen, amen, amen, amen, amen
sing it over
Amen, amen, amen, amen, amen
See the little baby
Wrapped in a manger on Christmas morning
See him in the Temple
Talking with the elders
Who marvel at his wisdom
Amen, amen, amen, amen, amen
Hallelujah
Amen, amen, amen, amen, amen
Down at the Jordan
John was baptizing and saving all sinners
See him at the seaside
Talking with the fisherman
And making them disciples
Amen, amen, amen, amen, amen
Keep on pushin now
Amen, amen, amen, amen, amen
Hallelujah now
"It's not what you say, but how you say it."
Keep telling yourself that and it will become you.
But when you're held up to the light you're transparent. As the wind blows through the skeletons of these trees it carries with it the stale scent of hopelessness.
The frost turns the ground as white as your lifeless face. the forests are burning.
We have three choices from here.
Evolution, regretion, or stagnation. And I will choose the first.
I would rather move on. Because looking backwards is worse than standing still.
I will move on. I will take Brody's advice.
Light up another one, you inconsiderate shit head. You're infringing on my right to breathe clean air. For all of us who like our lungs the way they are; go smoke a shotgun instead.
Even as a friend you manage to lodge a knife between my shoulder blades.
I have no more need for these photos.
I have betrayal and viciousness to remind me of your face.
So I'll be giving these pictures back with me torn out.
This will be my last phone call.
You won't hear my voice again.
I'll chalk it up to one more loss and wish you the life you deserve.
I'm a killer, and a gravedigger
My stew will be made out of you
I eat women, I'm a cannibal
And a necrophiliac too
I make bracelets out of bodies
And coffee drums made with flesh
Organs frying in my kitchen
And the skin of your chest is my vest
Ed Gein - He's crazy, He's mental, He's sick
Ed Gein - The head of a girl in his sink
Ed Gein - His soup bowl is made of a skull
Ed Gein - Your face is a trophy on the wall
I'm a fiend, I'm so morbid
That I sleep with your organs at night
And have sex with decaying bodies
To me it's such a delight
Then I'll eat them in my kitchen
I will savour the mortal meal
It's delicious, I'm excited
Just the thought of gives me a thrill
Ed Gein - He'll shoot you in the head
Ed Gein - Then drag you home on a sled
Ed Gein - He'll gut you in his woodshed
Shed tears of blood in the evening sun. bathed in orange and silhouetted. the brightness decieves. you ripped out my heart. your smile decieves. turn your sour face to the sky. bare reddened teeth in a somber grin not reflected in your vacant eyes. the insects are silent in my last minutes before bitterness.
I can see it in your eyes. You've finally learned your lesson. I could forgive and forget. But it's too little, too late. I could say "I told you so." But I think a big old "fuck you" is much more appropriate.
Wise men talk because they have something to say, fools talk because they have to say something.
Which one are you? I'm no sage, but I'm no fool either.
Now shut your mouth and do your job.
Because so far you haven't said anything worth saying.
She's a dead horse.
There's no sense in beating her into the ground.
She's a dead horse.
Accept it and move on.
No matter how many times you kick her in the chest she will not take another breath. And don't let the twitches fool you.
It's just nerves, it won't last.
There's something newer and better waiting to take her place.
But you won't move on.
Shed tears of blood in the evening sun.
Bathed in orange and silhouetted.
The brightness decieves.
You ripped out my heart.
Your smile decieves.
Turn your sour face to the sky.
Bare reddened teeth in a somber
Grin not reflected in your vacant eyes.
Carve another notch in your bedpost, whore
Lay back and tally up the score
Count the number of hearts you've ripped from chests
Then put your pretty eyes to rest
They've had a long day of looking for love
In all the wrong places
Putting to much stock in pretty faces
When will you learn there is a difference
Between lust and love
I can see it in your eyes. You've finally learned your lesson.
How could you be content
To drift through life never questioning
Sticking your head in the sand
Whenever you see something you dont like
If you cant see it then its not there right
Age wont make me apathetic
Old ways for old people, new ways for new
This is our way to kill old people
You want to see me fail
You want to pump my dreams full of lead
And put their blood soaked corpses
On public display with a sign around their neck that says
This is what happens when you dont do things our way
But your ways aren't for me
And when you realize you have wasted your life away
I'll be there, ready to hang a sign around your neck that says
Why don't you just whip 'em out and measure dicks to see who is the bigger man
It'll save us from your macho bullshit
Let me say this in words you can understand
It's not just dancing "bro"
And you're not just going off be you're stoked on some sick band with crucial breakdowns
You're not "accidentally" hitting people
But even if you are
That's like putting perfume on a pile of shit and calling it a fucking rose
I've had enough excuses
I won't eat shit anymore
They used to hang horse thieves, you waste of life
Where do you get the balls
And how do you clear your conscience
I hope it keeps you up at night
They used to hang horse thieves
What happened to that idea
Oh well
Have fun in prison, asshole
Carve another notch in your bedpost, whore
Lay back and tally up the score
Count the number of hearts you've ripped from chests
Then put your pretty eyes to rest
They've had a long day of looking for love
In all the wrong places
Putting to much stock in pretty faces
When will you learn there is a difference
Dunks, wife beaters, child molesters
Racism, sexism, homophobia
Plutocracy, bureaucracy, health insurance
Cancer, military spending, budget deficits
Rich drug dealers, poor teachers,
Mass media, mass propaganda
Eat, sleep, work, repeat
Is anyone paying attention
Is no one pissed off but me
Open your eyes
Big business and government shouldn't mix.
I don't give a damn what anyone thinks.
I stay up all night and I smoke and I drink
I'm a wanted man and I'm blowin town
Don't waste your time tryin' to hunt me down
The cops are sayin I belong behind bars
And I'm Guilty
I'm Guilty as Charged
I ain't ever lost a fight in my life
I'll send you home crying to your fat and ugly wife
If you don't believe me when I tell you this
Well let me introduce you to my rock hard fist
If you're accusing me of living too hard
Then I'm Guilty
I'm Guilty as Charged
I ain't asking God to forgive my sins
Take a Good Look and you'll know where I've been
I'm dancing with the devil every night and everyday
People pay attention to the things that I say
I don't need anybody's help to rise above it
If you don't like the way I'm livin
Buddy why don't you shove it?
When you feel the ground shaking underneath your feet
Then that's yours truly walkin down the street
Come a little closer, girl, I'll show you my scars
Cause I'm Guilty
I'm Guilty as Charged
If you're saying that my lovin's too large
Then I'm Guilty
I'm Guilty as Charged
Oh I'm Guilty
I'm Guilty as Charged
You Got Me
Isn't it a relief to know the most perfect people have flaws
Hiding secrets behind candy coated exteriors
A book with a perfect cover hiding rotted pages
But don't worry you goody goody, someday you will fall
Someday you will be caught pulling it in a movie theater
Don't yell "white power" at me you white trash piece of shit.
I'm not your god damn brother.
I won't stand here and watch you draw lines in the sand and divide us up by color.
Fuck you and your heritage.
Fuck your ignorant confederate culture.