Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Butcher's Son, artist - Bertine Zetlitz. Album song Morbid Late Night Show, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 27.02.2003
Record label: Parlophone Music Norway
Song language: English
Butcher's Son |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |