Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ah, the sweet song of the bell
It's the butcher's curtain call, again
Does he sleep at night?
The hurt protects his face from crying eyes
[Verse 2]
And the swinging man, looks pretty good to me
I see he's pissed himself
But now he'll leave us be
[Verse 3]
I thought I heard a distant bark
All the mothers, they cried in vain again
A man stood sick as hell
The crowd didn't know his name at all
[Verse 4]
But the chopping block
Look's pretty good to me
And the rolling head
Rolls by fields of hay
[Verse 5]
Ah, the sweet song of the bell
It's the butcher's curtain call again
Does he sleep at night?
The hurt protects his face from crying eyes
[Verse 6]
And the swinging man, looks pretty good to me
I see he's pissed himself
But now he'll leave us be
