The Annabelle Project - He's Far Away Lyrics

Down at Pavao Meats where the sawdust flies
Max ruled the roost with those critical eyes
A puff of smoke a scowl so deep
Always mumbling ain't no time for sleep
Turn the radio up let the sound break free
Max is gone and so's the tyranny
Tongs in hand we dance around
'Cause the butcher's out of town
He's far away gone over the sea
Now he's nowhere near you and he's nowhere near me
And finally I can breathe
I can breathe I can breathe I can breathe
Mr. Grumpy Max is gone now I can breathe
No more nitpicks on the chopping block
No more hurry up tick-tock tick-tock
Break's not rushed no smoke-filled scenes
Just the juiciest cuts and the cleanest machines
Raise the volume let's lose control
We've got the shop we've got the soul
Laughing loud we've found our sound
While the butcher's out of town
He's far away gone over the sea
Now he's nowhere near you and he's nowhere near me
And finally I can breathe
I can breathe I can breathe I can breathe
Mr. Grumpy Max is gone now I can breathe
Max may be a stickler a king of critique
But we're keeping things smooth the future's not bleak
When he's back we might just miss this spree
But for now we revel in our newfound glee
He's far away gone over the sea
Now he's nowhere near you and he's nowhere near me
And finally I can breathe
I can breathe I can breathe I can breathe
Mr. Grumpy Max is gone now I can breathe