
Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Song language: English
The Slaughter's Promenade |
Line them up and move them in |
It’s time for killing to begin |
String them up and hose them down |
As we watch the blood run to the ground |
See them twitch and hear them moan |
As the saw cuts into bone |
What an effervescent tone |
The cows make when they scream |
How they dance, and they dance |
Their guts staining our pants |
How they dance, and they dance |
At the slaughter’s promenade |
Flay the skin and pull it back |
Twist their neck until it cracks |
Shock them till their heart attacks |
I like mine nice and lean |
Chop their legs so they can’t run |
Zap their brains, oh Lord, what fun |
The butcher’s work is never done |
At the slaughter’s promenade |
How they dance, and they dance |
The smell keeps us entranced |
How they dance, and they dance |
At the slaughter’s promenade |
And you store them in a six foot pen |
Surging with adrenaline |
You keep them penned around the clock |
That’s how we beat a finer stock |
Feed them swill from their own waste |
With pills and hormones interlaced |
We swear, it just adds to the taste |
The juices are supreme |
How they dance, and they dance |
Their guts staining our pants |
How they dance, and they dance |
At the slaughter’s promenade |
How they dance (How they dance) |
And they dance (How they dance) |
The smell keeps us entranced |
How they dance (How they dance) |
And they dance (And they dance) |
At the slaughter’s promenade |