Circus Contraption - The Slaughter's Promenade lyrics

Line them up and move them in It's time for k**ing to begin String them up and hose them down As we watch the blood run to the ground See them twitch and hear them moan As the saw cuts into bone What an effervescent tone The cows make when they scream How they dance, and they dance Their guts staining our pants How they dance, and they dance At the slaughter's promenade Flay the skin and pull it back Twist their neck until it cracks Shock them till their heart attacks I like mine nice and lean Chop their legs so they can't run Zap their brains, oh Lord, what fun The butcher's work is never done At the slaughter's promenade How they dance, and they dance The smell keeps us entranced How they dance, and they dance At the slaughter's promenade And you store them in a six foot pen Surging with adrenaline You keep them penned around the clock That's how you keep the vital stock Feed them swill from their own waste With pills and hormones interlaced We swear, it just adds to the taste The ma**es are supreme How they dance, and they dance Their guts staining our pants How they dance, and they dance At the slaughter's promenade How they dance (How they dance!) And they dance (How they dance!) The smell keeps us entranced How they dance (How they dance!) And they dance (And they dance!) At the slaughter's promenade