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the butcher knife end up on your backside and joox you

[VERSE 2]
I spit in the motherfuckin' face of Vietnam cripples
I torture you by electrocutin' you

butcher man can't do

Butcher man, in the morning, won't you please stop by my house
Butcher man, in the morning, won't you please stop by my house
I've got

Still agree to bleed a birthstone
Even if alerted to the dirt throne
Freely by your tentacles squeezing
Into a turncoat
Yikes, inertia days and vertigo

to the farm we’re dear old friends of Lee 

CHICKENS IN THE COOP, tractors in the field 
THESE WILD TREES were used to build the old red walls 
----
UNDERNEATH

Red Rum won't run,
if he couldn't hear the gun.

Slow, no motion
petrolhead
don't say things you can't take back
(I'm fitter than a butchers dog)
(I'm

You
Are suffering
Prolong your agony by voting them
Clap
For those who give
It's cheaper doing that
Than helping them live
A backwards racist

Fat Nelly

Manfred Mann

Nightingales and Bombers

1975

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.

grind my fucking teeth
You're not the butcher and I'm not a piece of meat
You're not the butcher and I'm not a piece of meat
You're not the butcher

Hung and Bled

Cannibal Corpse

Gore Obsessed

2002

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

And now we've come to that time
Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now

Manfred Mann's Earth Band - Fat Nelly

Fat Nelly was killed with a butcher's knife
Nobody laughed, nobody cried
And her blood ran red all over my

Tobacco Island

Flogging Molly

Within a Mile of Home [LP]

2004

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

revenant is bent on defending the truth

The game is full of fakes 
Put the butcher on the case 
And the game is full of lies 
The butcher's on the rise

Tobacco Island

Flogging Molly

Within a Mile of Home

2004

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

You could run you could hide
You could scream you could fight
At the end of the night you
Still gon' lose your life
By the hands of a maniac no

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

dozen machetes bought from flea markets silently run by the fruiterers, silently run by the butchers, silently run by farmers, silently run by the blue

heard wrong Grandma
There's no tailor
You mean the butcher Grandma
By the name of Lazer-Wolfe

Grandma Tzietl:
Noooo!
I mean a tailor Tevye
My

Make way for the Butcher
He's primed ready for the attack
Stalking the night here to claim his meat tax
You beg and you plead
Wasted on a maniac
He

Butcher and the Butterfly

QueenAdreena

The Butcher and the Butterfly

2005

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

Tevye's Dream

Chaim Topol

Fiddler on the Roof [Original London Cast]

1966

a butcher

You must have heard wrong grandma, there's no tailor
You mean the butcher grandma by the name of Lazer-Wolfe
No, I mean a tailor Tevye, my

Kremlin is burning - now it is even more red
Butchers' guts on Lenin's head
Public servants are skinned alive
They are skinned by dead cops' knives

Butcher Baby

Plasmatics

Punk: The Worst of Total Anarchy, Vol. 1

1995

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

crowd
A small wrapped truck that I can see
And many people around
Butchers in red hoods on the truck
Are playing with little dolls
Toys of the doom