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Zach Bryan

The Butchers Floor

 

The Butchers Floor


Waiting outside your door
There's an awfully hungry crowd
They'll comfort you, then chew your bones
Then spit you to the ground

So take heed, take heed
And don't you give 'em what you need
Cause those animals will pay top dime just to see a stranger bleed

Welcome to the Butcher's Floor where anything goes
They'll bend you and they'll bread you just to see how far you fold
And I am not an evil man, no I'd never hurt a soul
But I'll take where I stand if it means I'm not controlled

So don't feed a hungry crowd
With their bloodshot eyes
Gritty hearts, and drooling mouths

Welcome to the Butcher's Floor
Come on boy, take it home

For a man nowadays
Mistakes are not allowed
There's no planks in the eyes of this strangely perfect crowd

So don't feed a hungry crowd
With their bloodshot eyes
Gritty hearts, and drooling mouths

Welcome to the Butcher's Floor
Come on boy, take it home

Waiting outside your door
There's an awfully hungry crowd
They'll comfort you, then chew your bones
Then spit you to the ground

Take heed, take heed
And don't you give them what they need
Those animals will pay top dime just to see a stranger bleed

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