Chorus Im the butchers son Softly killing With my homemade gun Shocking, shocking As we passed the hardware store You said I was the one who wasnt sane Driving by the rookie camp you said You wouldnt hold my hand again Stopping by the schoolyard Where the kids were laughing hard Theyd scream and shout I pulled out my razor blade so you could see What I was all about Chorus Having heard the rumors, I appeared The day they said you were to dance Judging by your army look Id say youll never get a second chance Swinging back and forth, although you notice That I set your rope aflame You shoot like an arrow through the air You turned your head and screamed my name Chorus You could have your way Easy shilling Im the butchers son Shocking, shocking And how will you know if they see me again How will you notice Ive got eyes of a friend You say that Im the butchers son Softly killing With my homemade gun Shocking, shocking Chorus
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