Thunderclaps

Watch them speak in thunderclaps
Noone more or much as jack
And it’s a knock 'em dead show:
Pipes and joints, greased hinged and bone
One more, for the slaughterhouse
For the slaughterhouse
CHANT!
Force from the butcher machine-like
One mighty hand at shoulder height
Feet threas heavy on the black floor
Look at the breadth of those fingers
One more, for the chopping board
For the chopping board
CHANT!
Cast me in this violent night
(I can’t go)
Pull my hands from my eyes
(I can’t go)
CHANT!
Hours go by in thunderous form
(I can’t go)
I can’t go on, i can’t go on
(I can’t go)
CHANT!