Texty: All About Eve. Dream Butcher.

Did you know that plastic men
Use blood in their fountain pens
Tell you how they're on your team
And seem to mean it?

Please don't believe all you hear
Now, that you're clothed and you've been fed
Here comes the candle to light you to bed
How, that you've gained your higher ground?

Here come the butcher to cut you
Down an out and in a state of easy to manipulate
Take the cash and learn to crawl
Small print smiler, smiles while his knives never show

Big wheels see you're on your own in green fields
Fat the calf, the butcher laughs aloud
Mouth watering
Slaughtering your dreams

Work it out, can you afford to sell yourself
For small reward and only have yourself to blame?
Shame on someone