Butcherman Songtext
von Curtis Eller’s American Circus

Hey!
I′m going down to the butcher man
Wash my heart in the blood of the lamb
Take a number at the counter and
Touch the hem of his apron and shake his hand
I don't want that filthy Chicago meat
Take me down to Delancey and Essex Street
Get that blood all over my feet

I′m taking my heart to the butcher man
Yeah, yeah
Taking my heart to the butcher man
Oh, yes I am
Taking my heart
(My, my, my heart)


I take my baby to the butcher shop
My knees start shaking and they just don't stop
When I see that blood on the counter top
I get so weak, well, I just about drop
Tell Mr. Sinclair down in The Jungle dark
I'm gonna shine a light on the abattoir
I love you, baby just the way your are

But I′m saving my heart for the butcher man
Yeah, yeah
Saving my heart for the butcher man
Oh, yes I am
Saving my heart
(My, my, my heart)
For the butcher man

Well, I got no use for that gospel mud
Down in the river of blood
Well, there ain′t no love for the preacher man
Nobody does it like the butcher can
(Nobody does it like the butcher can)
'Cause the butcher was always somebody you knew
The butcher was someone who cared about you
When the butcher says, "hey man, how do ya do"
Everybody sing amen and hallelujah!

You can send my bones with the undertaker
Take my long black hair to the wig maker
Tell my girl I would never forsake her


But I′m saving my heart for the butcher man
Yeah, yeah
Saving my heart for the butcher man
Oh, yes I am
Saving my heart
(My, my, my heat)
For the butcher man
Oh yeah, for the butcher man
Oh yeah, here come the butcher man