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Doctor Butcher [Bonus Track] (Doctor Butcher) · The Butcher and the Butterfly (QueenAdreena) · The Butcher and the Butterfly [Bonus Track] (QueenAdreena) · Butcher Pete, Pt. 1 & 2 (Roy Brown) · Doctor Butcher [Germany] (Doctor Butcher) · The Butcher Shop (Esham) · Mad Butcher/Infernal Overkill (Destruction) · Butcher Boy (Elliot Goldenthal) · Mad Butcher/Eternal Devastation (Destruction) · The Butcher and the Butterfly (QueenAdreena) – and 90 other albums »


Butcher Baby
Dressed Up In Red
Butcher Baby
Messed In Your Head
Butcher Baby
Go Out At Night
Butcher Baby
Turn Out The Light

Oh Yea
Oh No
Oh Yea
Oh
Fat Nelly was killed with a butcher's knife.
Nobody laughed, nobody cried.
And her blood ran red all over my life.
Nobody laughed, nobody cried.
His bread in his maw dripping red 
Hung and bled 

Oozing blood the butcher's victims 
Soak the concrete 
Putrefy 
Halls of dread 
Draped with
There is a finger missing on my right hand
A butchers hand in a butterfly wing span
The sky hangs on a thread as I paint the white picket fence red
All to hell we must sail
For the Shores of sweet Barbados
Where the sugar cane grows taller
Than the god we once believed in
Till the butcher
All to hell we must sail
For the Shores of sweet Barbados
Where the sugar cane grows taller
Than the god we once believed in
Till the butcher
I'm the butcher's son
Softly killing 
With my homemade gun
Shocking, shocking

As we passed the hardware store
You said I was the one who
2, 3, 4...

The Shankill Butchers ride tonight
You better shut your windows tight
They're sharpening their cleavers and their knives
And taking
Void of all brain 
I couldn't see that I was the one to blame 

Cold shoulder 
Like a slaughtered cow in a butcher's fridge 
Cold shoulder 
She had
He says he loves her, he's her husband 
He says “I do” but he doesn't 
He tells lies by the dozen 
And sometimes she feels like sticking her head
isn't waiting
It's just passing me by

I just peak in the window
Lookin' inside
The butcher's got a fork in your face
I'm standing alive
And I was
Like dead meat on a butcher's tray
My youngest son same home today

My youngest son was a fine young man
With a wife, a daughter and two sons
the buckets from a red Corvette
Lionel and Dave and the butcher made three
You got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree
With the strings
recurred to their minds,
And cemented their friendship for ever!

(Butcher Beaver)
Oh it's hard to believe we could end up friends,
By a delicate
If you want to see and be seen, then be seen. Your dress is dark red and your opening eyes are bright green. Make a scene, but don't lie on the bed,
Didn't he ramble, didn't he ramble
He rambled all around, in and out of town
Didn't he ramble, didn't he ramble
He rambled till the butcher cut
Didn't he ramble... he rambled 
Rambled all around... in and out of town
Didn't he ramble... didn't he ramble 
He rambled 'til the butcher cut him
Didn't he ramble, he rambled
Rambled all around, in and out of town
Didn't he ramble, didn't he ramble
He rambled till the butcher cut him down
Didn't he ramble; he rambled
Rambled all around in and out of town
Didn't he ramble, didn't he ramble
He rambled till the butcher cut him down
Taken from letters sent by Jack the Ripper
Fired anticipation, burns within me.
Revealed in illness, at infancy.
Whispering Jack, born in a fever.
Corvette
Lionel and Dave and the Butcher made three
Well, you got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree
With the strings of a Washburn stretched
Beneath the tailor, stitches
Crowds and crowds of butchers play
Hung high from the ceiling
Staring at it wondering how

No tree, no wall can
Ah ah ah - it gwine red down here inna Babylon
So me give it to ya in a parable :
Old time people them used to say :
When short mouth tell you you
Didn't he ramble, he rambled
Rambled all around, in and out of town
Didn't he ramble, didn't he ramble
He rambled till the butcher cut him down
Prepare to witness a place of gore
Of legal dissection and blood on the floor
Carved up corpses, in the corner
Sliced up by a psychotic coroner