Butchers Lyrics - Slobberbone

Ben grew up to be the butcher not by choice, it's just the lot in life he found 

But he makes a decent living, feeds his family and the people of the town 

But there's no dreams brought to fruition, just a gradual attrition 

The decayed scraps of ambition he once carved by hand 

But there's no time for regrets, it's not as bad as it appears 

He's got a lucrative career but he never gets the bloodstains off his hands 

A killer frequents bars on Ladies' Night with a steely-eyed command 

But he ain't out cruising hookers and he ain't no shady looker, he's a charming, handsome man 

His voice says 'ladies' but his mind is thinking 'bitches' 

But his pitch is just too much for most of them to withstand 

He tells them jokes and he gets them all in stitches 

And it goes off without hitches 'till he tries to get the bloodstains off his hands 

Nothing good comes easy 

Isn't that what you would have me to believe 

For every positive endeavor there is a dark side we must weather 

You will see, yeah you will see 

All the coroners and corpsmen and the slaughterhouse foremen 

It's just there job five days a week, please try and understand 

It's their lot to get through it, they know someone's got to do it 

And try not to misconstrue it when they try to wash the bloodstains off their hands 

Now she's had seven years of happiness with a boy she's always claimed to have adored 

And there's fewer who've been truer but as of late she finds herself a little bored 

She tells him she still loves him and has only good thoughts of him 

And the times they've had and hopes that it'll help him understand 

When she runs her knife straight through him, it's the only way to do them 

She's the winner of the game but she'll never get the bloodstains off her hands 

In the end, they all fall just the same but she'll never get the bloodstains off her hands 

Off her hands