The Slaughter's Promenade

Line them up and move them in
It's time for killing to begin
String them up and hose them down
As we watch the blood run to the ground
See them twitch and hear them moan
As the saw cuts into bone
What an effervescent tone
The cows make when they scream
How they dance, and they dance
Their guts staining our pants
How they dance, and they dance
At the slaughter's promenade
Flay the skin and pull it back
Twist their neck until it cracks
Shock them 'til their heart attacks
I like mine nice and lean
Chop their legs so they can't run
Zap their brains, oh Lord, what fun
The butcher's work is never done
At the slaughter's promenade
How they dance, and they dance
The smell keeps us entranced
How they dance, and they dance
At the slaughter's promenade
And you store them in a six foot pen
Surging with adrenaline
You keep them penned around the clock
That's how you keep the vital stock
Feed them swill from their own waste
With pills and hormones interlaced
We swear, it just adds to the taste
The masses are supreme
How they dance, and they dance
Their guts staining our pants
How they dance, and they dance
At the slaughter's promenade
How they dance (how they dance)
And they dance (how they dance)
The smell keeps us entranced
How they dance (how they dance)
And they dance (and they dance)
At the slaughter's promenade