BUTCHERS

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