Lyrics:
Wonder where is my butcher man now?
I've been looking for him all day long!
Butcher man, butcher man, where have you been so long?
Butcher man,
the butcher
One pays the thief
I'm looking for you darling
Show me some relief
Artist on the cover
Is a phony and a crook
I'm looking for you lover
Show
to the butcher in the store
Bag it
Tag it
Sell it to the butcher in the store
Bag it
Tag it
Sell it to the butcher in the store
Bag it
Tag it
Sell
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
to the butcher in the store
Bag it
Tag it
Sell it to the butcher in the store
Bag it
Tag it
Sell it to the butcher in the store
Bag it
Tag it
Sell
the scars
Sacred knife
Leave alone
Shining blade
Down in his throat!
This is the butcher's breed, the butcher's breed
This is the butcher's breed,
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
If the women don't get you the liquor must
He rambled and he rambled but the butchers had to cut him down
He was
ashes to ashes dust to dust
if the women dont get you the liquor must
he rambled and he rambled but the butchers had to cut him down [he was such
band marching band
Marching band marching band
Butcher bird butcher bird
Butcher bird butcher bird
Butcher bird butcher bird
Butcher bird butcher bird
A fishmonger who hasn't washed for a week.
A graphic artist who rinses so much he squeaks.
A butcher with knotted muscles and a potted belly.
Medical students,
I went into the butchers
I said wanted wanted wanted some...
Meat
Pass me some of that steak over there
It looks so...
Sweet
I lost my heart
those butchers cut him down
The horns upon this ram, sir
They reached up to the moon
A man climbed up in January
And he didn't get back 'till June
And he
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
of Nazareth, Son of Orflec the butcher"
We know lord, from John 3:16, that you so loved the world
That you sent your only son to die for us
Your only son
blue blood in my brain
Marshmallow's in my veins
A subject to change
Snails pace
My arm's a canvas for artists at sea
Sharpened wounds and butcher's
the slaughterhouse bells?
In the land of the pigs the butcher is king!
In the land of the pigs the butcher is king!
How do they sleep?
Their lives are so tart
He can make a blind man see our lord
They call him Eddie the Butcher
You can die by pistol or knife or sword
They call him Eddie the Butcher
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
dead meat on a butcher's tray
My youngest son came home today
My youngest son was a fine young man
With a wife, a daughter and two sons
A man he would
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