The Slaughter's Promenade Lyrics

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 pens
How they dance, and they dance
At the slaughter's promenade

(musical interlude)

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

(musical interlude)

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,
The smell keeps us entranced,
How they dance, and they dance,
At the slaughter's promenade

How they dance (how they dance)
And they dance (and they dance)
The smell keeps us entranced!
How they dance (how they dance)
And they dance (and they dance)
At the slaughter's promenade