Ben grew up to be the butcher not by choice, it's just the lot in life he found But he makes a decent living, feeds his family and the people of the town
Watching the decoys of all description Sparkle of color creating diversion The liars are out, they have all the assets Crawling for oil, they were bleeding
1. der Fleischer mit der Fleischbank der macht halt den Anfang in das Himmelloch in das Himmelloch in das Himmelloch hinein. Ei so gehn wir alle alle
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 said
I came upon a butcher He was slaughtering a lamb I accused him there With his tortured lamb He said, "Listen to me, child I am what I am And you, you
Beauty will destroy your mind Spare the gory details Give them gift wrap for the man with everything Though i lived a lonely life I was confused I'm
(Rose Tattoo) It happened in the suburbs north of the river Where the smokestacks scrape the air And gangs of short haired boys roam the streets Get out
Open up till midnight The butcher waits for someone?s desperation That goes beyond control Speaking is an invitation Under fluorescent lights You can
you're too close. i don't recognize your smell. you're in the wrong skin. i don't recognize your smell. your mouth smells strange. some people want to
Your so handsome In this light if only you'd reject me tonight darling there's no only way when you come please don't stay were so boring were so white
Entren los que se atreven Prueben sabor diferente Cortes de carne humana Fresca cada fin de semana Carnicero Res, res, res de un güero Res, res
Old George Karl Grossman He made money from his ham He chopped up some sluts Then disposed of his guts Old George the butcher man Sliced up cunt Tits
I came upon a butcher, he was slaughtering a lamb, I accused him there with his tortured lamb. He said, "Listen to me, child, I am what I am and you,
The Shankill Butchers ride tonight You better shut your windows tight They're sharpening their cleavers and their knives And taking all their whiskey
Blood loop beautiful I was walking down the hall While the energy is it just An excuse for the enemy Butcher, ram it down your throat Butcher, wish it
A butcher yes that was my trade But the king's shilling is now my fee A butcher I may as well have stayed For the slaughter that I see And the preacher
open up till midnight the butcher waits for someone?s desperation that goes beyond control speaking is an invitation under fluorescent lights you can
I came upon a butcher, he was slaughtering a lamb, I accused him there with his tortured lamb. He said, "Listen to me, child, I am what I am and
