The mill

Chorus:
It's a flesh findin'
It's a fresh meat grindin' Mill.
It's a flesh findin'
It's a fresh meat grindin' Mill.

It looks quit normal on the outside.
No one can tell what it is, that's goin' on inside.

It's part of the famous Dutch landscape.
Its four arms are like a pair of sharp double blades.

It's on postcards that are goin' all over the world.
No one knows what's in there, twistin'and twirlin'.

But when you are coming closer and hear the screams.
And lookin' through the windows, is like in your worst dreams.
With flesh and bones on the wall and blood comin' under the door.
I feel, I think, I know …………..I just can't take anymore.!!!!!!!!