The Chopping Block

(One, two, three, four)

Ah, the sweet song of the bell

It's the butcher's curtain call again

Does he sleep at night?

The hood protects his face from prying eyes

And the swinging man

Looks pretty good to me

I see he's pissed himself

But now he'll leave us be

(One, two, three, four)

I thought I heard a distant bark

Of the mothers, they're crying in vain again

A man stood sick as hell

The crowd didn't know his name at all

But the chopping block

Looks pretty good to me

And the rolling head

Rolls by and feels no pain

(One, two, three, four)

Ah, the sweet song of the bell

It's the butcher's curtain call again

Does he sleep at night?

The hood protects his face from prying eyes

And the swinging man

Looks pretty good to me

I see he's pissed himself

But now he'll leaves us be