The Butcher Lyrics

	作词 : William Lindsay Cuming
	作曲 : William Lindsay Cuming
	Hold me closer, hold me closer
	There once was a man who would fight
	Swords breathing fire in the night
	He’d go down town just to hang around
	And wait there with greedy delight
	He’d pick em all off one by one
	Their toes and their fingers and their thumbs
	He was swift as a bird, not a whimper was heard
	As he cut out their heart and their lungs
	Never would they lift their brow
	At the butcher with his shop up town
	A legitimate trade where he’d need such a blade
	His secret would never be found
	Many compliments arrived of his meat
	A line out the door, down the street
	They’d rave of the flavour amid wild behaviour,
	As they pushed for the last of his treats
	Then all the other butchers closed down
	Till he was the sole one in town
	A hundred he’d slaughtered to fill such an order
	Suspicion began to arouse
	All united in defeat
	His rivals began to complete
	The pieces of the puzzle and vowed to make rubble
	This evil man and his upkeep
	They called him in the shop the next day
	Told customers for what they had paid
	They spat and they choked and they set to turn smoke
	Upon him and what stood in their way
	But the man wouldn’t lie down and die
	He wielded flame for them six feet high
	He’d twist and he’d turn, and he’d slash and he’d burn
	Stained his tiles a rich crimson dye
	With a majestic swing from his wrist
	The room would be red as girls’ lips
	Eyes on the floor as he walked out that door
	And the rest of his life was bliss

	zuo ci : William Lindsay Cuming
	zuo qu : William Lindsay Cuming
	Hold me closer, hold me closer
	There once was a man who would fight
	Swords breathing fire in the night
	He' d go down town just to hang around
	And wait there with greedy delight
	He' d pick em all off one by one
	Their toes and their fingers and their thumbs
	He was swift as a bird, not a whimper was heard
	As he cut out their heart and their lungs
	Never would they lift their brow
	At the butcher with his shop up town
	A legitimate trade where he' d need such a blade
	His secret would never be found
	Many compliments arrived of his meat
	A line out the door, down the street
	They' d rave of the flavour amid wild behaviour,
	As they pushed for the last of his treats
	Then all the other butchers closed down
	Till he was the sole one in town
	A hundred he' d slaughtered to fill such an order
	Suspicion began to arouse
	All united in defeat
	His rivals began to complete
	The pieces of the puzzle and vowed to make rubble
	This evil man and his upkeep
	They called him in the shop the next day
	Told customers for what they had paid
	They spat and they choked and they set to turn smoke
	Upon him and what stood in their way
	But the man wouldn' t lie down and die
	He wielded flame for them six feet high
	He' d twist and he' d turn, and he' d slash and he' d burn
	Stained his tiles a rich crimson dye
	With a majestic swing from his wrist
	The room would be red as girls' lips
	Eyes on the floor as he walked out that door
	And the rest of his life was bliss

	zuò cí : William Lindsay Cuming
	zuò qǔ : William Lindsay Cuming
	Hold me closer, hold me closer
	There once was a man who would fight
	Swords breathing fire in the night
	He' d go down town just to hang around
	And wait there with greedy delight
	He' d pick em all off one by one
	Their toes and their fingers and their thumbs
	He was swift as a bird, not a whimper was heard
	As he cut out their heart and their lungs
	Never would they lift their brow
	At the butcher with his shop up town
	A legitimate trade where he' d need such a blade
	His secret would never be found
	Many compliments arrived of his meat
	A line out the door, down the street
	They' d rave of the flavour amid wild behaviour,
	As they pushed for the last of his treats
	Then all the other butchers closed down
	Till he was the sole one in town
	A hundred he' d slaughtered to fill such an order
	Suspicion began to arouse
	All united in defeat
	His rivals began to complete
	The pieces of the puzzle and vowed to make rubble
	This evil man and his upkeep
	They called him in the shop the next day
	Told customers for what they had paid
	They spat and they choked and they set to turn smoke
	Upon him and what stood in their way
	But the man wouldn' t lie down and die
	He wielded flame for them six feet high
	He' d twist and he' d turn, and he' d slash and he' d burn
	Stained his tiles a rich crimson dye
	With a majestic swing from his wrist
	The room would be red as girls' lips
	Eyes on the floor as he walked out that door
	And the rest of his life was bliss

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