You will die by surprise
When I take your life I will smile

John George Haigh was a vampire
Who drank old ladies blood
Then put them in a non-corrosive [bad word] 
And with acid he'd dissolve them

With my knife I make a cut on your neck
Your blood fills a glass for me
special treat

Now that you're dead
In a metal [bad word] you'll stay
I pump the acid in
To melt your corpse away