Lyrics Butcher's Son - Bertine Zetlitz
(Chorus)
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
wasn't
sane
Driving
by
the
rookie
camp
you
said
You
wouldn't
hold
my
hand
again
Stopping
by
the
schoolyard
Where
the
kids
were
laughing
hard
They'd
scream
and
shout
I
pulled
out
my
razor
blade
so
you
could
see
What
I
was
all
about
Chorus
Having
heard
the
rumors,
I
appeared
The
day
they
said
you
were
to
dance
Judging
by
your
army
look
I'd
say
you'll
never
get
a
second
chance
Swinging
back
and
forth,
although
you
notice
That
I
set
your
rope
aflame
You
shoot
like
an
arrow
through
the
air
You
turned
your
head
and
screamed
my
name
Chorus
You
could
have
your
way
Easy
shilling
I'm
the
butcher's
son
Shocking,
shocking
And
how
will
you
know
if
they
see
me
again
How
will
you
notice
I've
got
eyes
of
a
friend
You
say
that
I'm
the
butcher's
son
Softly
killing
With
my
homemade
gun
Shocking,
shocking
Chorus
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