Butcher's Son - Bertine Zetlitz

I’m the butcher’s son

Softly killing

With my homemade gun

Shocking, shocking

As we passed the hardware store

You said I was the one who wasn’t sane

Driving by the rookie camp you said

You wouldn’t hold my hand again

Stopping by the schoolyard

Where the kids were laughing hard

They’d scream and shout

I pulled out my razor blade so you could see

What I was all about

Having heard the rumors, I appeared

The day they said you were to dance

Judging by your army look

I’d say you’ll 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

You could have your way

Easy shilling

I’m the butcher’s son

Shocking, shocking

And how will you know if they see me again

How will you notice I’ve got eyes of a friend

You say that I’m the butcher’s son

Softly killing

With my homemade gun

Shocking, shocking