TOY GUNS IN A BUTCHERY 

I feel like I was put on this earth to complain

I know, here I go again

Distilling my misery into some verses and a refrain

Three minutes of pain

But I’m just a butcher keeping up with my orders

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Some drugs don’t die, they just hide in my cells

Seeping into the stories I tell

Manoeuvring my body and soul, almost like a spell

Before sending them both off to hell

But I’m just a butcher keeping up with my orders

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Yet these weapons are nothing but cutlery

Mere toy guns in a butchery

You’d think that love could actually do something

But like a stone by a grave, it says nothing

You’d think that love could actually do something

But like a stone by a grave, it says nothing

And I’m just a butcher keeping up with my orders

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Yet these weapons are nothing but cutlery

Mere toy guns in a butchery

Toy guns in a butchery