Ballad Of The Slaughterhouse Lyrics

Ballad Of The Slaughterhouse lyrics

You don't know what we go through
To cut all these steaks
You don't know
what we go through
To put 'em on your plate
You don't know what its
like
To spend your day
Slicing necks for meager pay
The crying of the
cows
The screaming of the pigs
The horses and the cutting rigs
The
bloody boots
The bloody gloves
The bloody walls
And the bloody
tubs
While my kids get thinner and thinner
I slice hog for America's
dinner
So much ham, so many mouths to feed
And a bad case of conventional
greed
The goddamn AFL-CIO
Functions only for the status quo
Our long
term goals can only be met
Through a worker's syndicate