Thunderclaps Lyrics

Watch them speak in thunderclaps
No one more or much as Jack
It's a knock 'em dead show:
Pipes and joints, greased hinge and bone
One more for the slaughterhouse
For the slaughterhouse

Force from the butcher, machine-like
One mighty hand at shoulder height
Feet tread heavy on the black floor,
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One more for the Chopping board
For the Chopping board

Cast me in this violent light,
Pull my hands from my eyes

Hours go by in thunderous form,
I can't go on I can't go on

I'll do myself in (x4)