Dream Butcher - All About Eve

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 a

Loud mouth watering, slaughtering your

Dreams

Work it out… can you afford to sell

Your self for small reward and only

Have yourself to blame?

— shame on

Someone