The Olde Butcher Blues
Growing up was real nice
Dreamed of havin' a wife
And many little kids
Yeah, the butchers life!
But now I feel strange
From inside comes a rage
An urge to kill
Since I took some dodgy pill
The guy said it was good
Kinda tasted of wood
But I didn't complain
Within minutes I was insane
I saw my life flash before me
In yellow, green and blue!
Realised the life of a butcher
Just wasn't the thing to do
So I gave up my dreams
Of kids and a busty wife
Went back to my dealer
Bought a bag of those “pills of life”
Looking back on old days
Which now are a haze
Remembered once upon a time
As a kid, I stole some wine!
Got home and got caught
Parents all fraught
So I said to them:
Screw your rules!
I'm gonna grow up some day
To live a life of play!
To which dad replied
With bulging bloodshot eyes
“You'll grow up to cut meat
That or be a doctor of feet
That's what yer mum does
And she doesn't fuss!”
I don't want to cut meat!
Or doctor smelly feet!
I want to live life to the full
With a country house and a pet bull
That's all I remember
Of my childhood
Two seconds later
I was pouring blood
My dad kicked me in the head
“Ow!” that's what I said
And that's where memories end
My dear old listening friend: the chorus!
I saw my life flash before me
In yellow, green and blue!
Realised the life of a butcher
Just wasn't the thing to do
So I gave up my dreams
Of kids and a busty wife
Went back to my dealer
Bought a bag of those “pills of life”
The message behind this fable
Is to keep your feet off the table
As I experienced as a child
When my dad caught me bein' wild
I was jumping on the table
When I shudda been eating my food
My dad got real angry
And in a bad mood
Next thing I knew
I was on the floor
My arm was broken
And there was blood once more
All these memories
Tell me to keep away
From fathers all over
Tomorrow and today
I advise you to grow up
With no enemies
Until the day comes for you
To try some drugs then decide: “You know what, screw life! I can't be arsed!”
I saw my life flash before me
In yellow, green and blue!
Realised the life of a butcher
Just wasn't the thing to do
So I gave up my dreams
Of kids and a busty wife
Went back to my dealer
Bought a bag of those “pills of life”
Looking back on my life
Alone, with no wife
Come to the conclusion:
It's better to do drugs and be miserable and alone than not do drugs and feel bad about life anyway
Those were my old butcher blues!
