[Verse 1]
One day I walked into a butcher's shop
They shackled me
And now all was out [?]
Upside down on the production line
Floating along, until its my time

[Verse 2]
My pockets jingle empty to the sky
With cloven footed passersby
At last he sees me in his bloodstained coat
I'm rescued now, but he goes for my throat!

[verse 3]
Now the blood is coming down
All I think of is the sound
Of the grinding machine
Like a waterfall of red
A conveyor belt instead of Saint Peter's way