Hey High Class Butcher

Oh, the living is easy

And the fighting is over

When the fighting is over

Should the living be easy?

Breakfast now on the saviour

With soldiers' tales of an infant

I see the flames in the distance

He bows his head as he tells me

When you carve your name in

My face, blue and gasping

Crave a higher attention

Oh, you shouldn't do that

Oh, the river is hostile

But I still try to cross there

And if I leave my cross there

Use my feet for a memory

When I turn my face to

The telltale horizon

I hear the screams that curdle soldiers' blood

Oh, you shouldn't do that

In the night, in my kitchen

I can hear my meat sighing

Saying, "Hey, high class butcher

Save our gifts from this culture

We were asked here for dinner

But which side of the table?

The side of beef, not the kitchen

Oh, you shouldn't do that"

Oh, the living is easy

Is the easy worth living?

Oh, the living is easy

Is the easy worth living?

Yes, it's also for giving

So forgive and forget it

It's no problem, you can't have it