Paroles de Butcher's Son

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