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big special - butcher's bin lyrics

[intro]
right
well
right
oh, well

[refrain]
i am a butcher’s bin
looking up at you
a fresh bouquet of limbs
kiss me on my flaccid will
bring to me my tea and pill
my husk atop your windowsill
stuck with ribboned pins (well)
toss my tongue to the dogs
with my shoes and my socks
with my cap and my coat
with my bones and my chops
i’m a bouquet of limbs
and there’s nothing left to do
i am a butcher’s bin
and so are you (right)

[verse 1]
i’ve earnt my chops
they’re strung up in the street
everyone’s on the jog, living off the beat
bricky, judge or dog
it’s all just city meat
hanging in the shop fronts
strung up in the street (well)
i’m swinging here, some singing hog
i should give it up and get back on the job
i can’t walk straight
i’m just meat, dreams and gob
hang me on a hook, some singing hog (right)
[verse 2]
you don’t shoot the butcher when you got a truckload of dead pigs
i’m just trying to keep my partner and my digs
it’s just not clear what the payment is
there’s stock in my pot, i got some but not a lot
the pocket is a void echoing, “gimme what ya got”
but there’s no pay for strange labour
to them, it just seems i’ve too much time
like i’ve been granted some strange favour
and spare time’s a hard crime
if it’s guts you want, i’ll fall on my sabre
god is in purpose, son
and there’s no pay for strange labour

[interlude]
well, well, well
well
right

[chorus]
big fan of the two+step back
you got some moves, jack
is that the tango or a heart attack?
he had a voice of purest gold
lungs of deepest black
is that the tango or a heart attack?
he had a voice of purest gold
lungs of deepest black (huh)
[refrain]
i am a butcher’s bin
looking up at you
a fresh bouquet of limbs
kiss me on my flaccid will
bring to me my tea and pill
my husk atop your windowsill
stuck with ribboned pins
toss my tongue to the dogs
with my shoes and my socks
with my cap and my coat
with my bones and my chops
i’m a bouquet of limbs
and there’s nothing left to do
i am a butcher’s bin
and so are you

[outro]
well
right
right
oh, well

- big special lyrics

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