Butcher’s Tale (Live)

Lyrics

[Verse 1] A butcher yes that was my trade But the king's shilling is now my fee A butcher I may as well have stayed For the slaughter that I see [Verse 2] And the preacher in his pulpit Sermon: "Go and fight, do what is right" But he don't have to hear these guns And I'll bet he sleeps at night [Chorus] And I And I can't stop shaking My hands won't stop shaking My arms won't stop shaking My mind won't stop shaking I want to go home Please let me go home Go home [Verse 3] And I have seen a friend of mine Hang on the wire like some rag toy Then in the heat the flies come down And cover up thе boy [Verse 4] And the flies come down in Gommеcourt Thiepval, Mametz Wood, and French Verdun If the preacher he could see those flies Wouldn't preach for the sound of guns [Chorus] And I And I can't stop shaking My hands won't stop shaking My arms won't stop shaking My mind won't stop shaking I want to go home Please let me go home Go home