the abattoir noises seem to run down in my shoes

makin' noises when I walk            - splashin round my feet

can smell dead cow when I talk           - odeur in the street

   the butcher is tired, the knife always sharp

outside hear the bells ring

   playin' the ribcages like a harp 

the day's over but there is one more thing 

the abattoir noises, like the prisoner behind the wall

between the meatpillars noone can hear you

caAAAAAAAAAAaaall

 ---of a thinkin' piece of meat, take your pick, what to keep, take your time, can't feel the hook, put to eternal

sleeEEEEEEEeeep

the day's over but one more thing

for whom does the bells ring ?