Lyrics:Butcher's Tale
| Butcher's Tale |
| By: The Zombies |
| Year: 1968 |
A butcher, yes that was my trade But a king's schilling is now my fee But a butcher I guess I should have stayed For the slaughter that I see And the preacher in his pulpit Says "go and fight, do what is right" But the preacher doesn't hear these guns So I guess he sleeps at night And aye My mind keeps on shaking My eye keeps on shaking My heart keeps on shaking My hand keeps on shaking My arms keep on shaking I want to go home Please let me go home Go home I have seen a friend of mine hang on a wire like some rag doll (This will be the war part) And in the heat the flies come down and cover up the boy And the heat comes down in Dunpresskeep in Richburgdon and Governor's Bluff If the priest he could go and see the flies Wouldn't pray for the sound of guns And aye My mind can't stop shaking My hands can't stop shaking My eye can't stop shaking My heart can't stop shaking I want to go home Please let me go home Go home |
