Written by The Theater Fire
Am G One day I walked into a butcher's shop F They shackled me G And l was now Am G Upside down on the production line F E E7 Floating along, until its my time Am G My pockets jingle empty to the sky F G With cloven footed passersby Am G At last he sees me in his bloodstained coat F E I'm rescued now, but he goes for my throat F Am Now the blood is coming down C All I think of is the sound G Of the grinding machine F Am Like a waterfall of red C G A conveyor belt instead of Saint Peter's wing