Thunderclaps — The Horrors

Watch them speak in thunderclaps Noone more or much as jack And it's a knock 'em dead show: Pipes and joints, greased hinged and bone

One more, for the slaughterhouse For the slaughterhouse

CHANT!

Force from the butcher machine-like One mighty hand at shoulder height Feet threas heavy on the black floor Look at the breadth of those fingers

One more, for the chopping board For the chopping board

CHANT!

Cast me in this violent night (I can't go) Pull my hands from my eyes (I can't go)

CHANT!

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

CHANT!