Butcher Babe

Duration

3:44

Genres

Blues

Description

Lyrics

It’s late again and you’ve been sitting on my cold front door Your clothes all wet and people staring open mouthed at blood and gore They think you’re in a fight and smashed the kid next door They nearly called the police and little did they know That you're my butcher babe and that's the end of smore Your dinners just been served and its pink fish roe. The tom cats on the search with little pitty pink the titty bitty white cat sitting on the sink The tiles are clean, the bed is pure the babies washed and off the floor and it’s all a lore. You are sitting out there in the pouring rain Hating boss and bloody job, it’s almost the same The need to work, the need to feed, an endless game. And you're a butcher babe and I bear your name. It’s 6 o’clock and it’s opt to go And you’re sitting there and waiting till I open the door You never know how I’ll greet you Cos you think I hate you But I don’t anymore I have given up the frills, I have given up the thrills I have waited for you until you came The waiting is always the same I will never let you down The tax man calls and he won’t wait and push the door until it falls And he will tell you mate that you are not to pay so late. The gates are always shut, the dogs are barking, the time is not The people need, the people feed, And butchers always give them meat, Yeah Give them meat; And I want to tell you how much I love you And how much I lie to you when you come home to me Baby, I’m branded your home I’m a wife of a butcher And a suture in your grain But I love you my butcher babe With all your blood and your brain, My butcher babe