The Chopping Block

(One, two, three, four)
 Ah, the sweet song of the bell
 It's the butcher's curtain call again
 Does he sleep at night?
 The hood protects his face from prying eyes
 And the swinging man
 Looks pretty good to me
 I see he's pissed himself
 But now the'll leave us be
 (One, two, three, four)
 I thought I heard a distant bark
 Of the mothers, they're crying in vain again
 A man stood sick as hell
 The crowd didn't know his name at all
 But the chopping block
 Looks pretty good to me
 And the rolling head
 Rolls by and feels no pain
 (One, two, three, four)
 Ah, the sweet song of the bell
 It's the butcher's curtain call again
 Does he sleep at night?
 The hood protects his face from prying eyes
 And the swinging man
 Looks pretty good to me
 I see he's pissed himself
 But now he'll leaves us be