Paroles de The Butcher

Beauty will destroy your mind Spare the gory details Give them gift wrapped for the man with everything Though I lived a lonely life I was confused Now butcher Feel nothing As it courses up my arms in position of the worms Up, up through my heart and to my brain Arm a bit slack,a basic combination Cut out chopped liver on the block My heart's still pumping My heart's still pumping He's a worrier, a worrier Here's a little bitch, come and honour him He's a worrier, a worrier Here's a little bitch, come and honour him Come and honour him