Toy Guns in a Butchery Songtext
von The Dogs

I feel like I was put on this earth
To complain
I know, here I go again
Distilling my misery
Into some verses and a refrain
Three minutes of pain

But I′m just a butcher
Keeping up with my orders
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Into melody mortars

Some drugs don't die
They just hide in my cells
Seeping into the stories I tell
Maneuvering my body and soul
Almost like a spell
Before sending them both off to hell


But I′m just a butcher
Keeping up with my orders
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Into melody mortars
Yet these weapons
They are nothing but cutlery
Mere toy guns
In a butchery

You'd think that love could actually do something
But like a stone by a grave, it says nothing
You'd think that love could actually do something
But like a stone by a grave, it says nothing

And I′m just a butcher
Keeping up with my orders
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Into melody mortars
Yet these weapons
They are nothing but cutlery
Mere toy guns
In a butchery

Toy guns in a butchery