Slaughterhouse Songtext
von Etta Marcus

I don′t know what I'm doing with my hands
Dress pretty, but I just don′t understand
I'm dreaming all the light away
I'm dreaming all the time, you′re mine all day

I′m asking for it, help, help
Here comes the boy that I can't help, help
He swung an axe and I fell, fell
I do it all to myself, help, help

I′m at the slaughterhouse (yeah, yeah, oh)
Took my heart into his hands like a sacrificial lamb


Oh, aren't you tired of waiting for the world
To get so good, so beautiful, girl?
So pick me up and take me home
Fuck me good ′til I just don't know

Help, help
Here comes the boy that I can′t help, help
He swung an axe and I fell, fell
I do it all to myself, help, help

From the cradle, to the grave
From the cradle, to the grave
From the cradle, to the grave
From the cradle, to the grave
I've always been afraid of asking

Help, help (for help)
Here comes the boy that I can't help, help (for help)
He swung an axe and I fell, fell
I do it all to myself, help, help