Laura Savage - The Butcher Lyrics

The Butcher's price is steep
Stop, I know he follows through
On bringing 'round the black without a cry
But ask any of us and we'll tell you that he's not worth talking to

When the sunburn left your skin you really thought that you were done
Being public about the singe that happens when you're touched
But I can see it on your face that those particles of heat still hang around
Well maybe you should take their weight into consideration
When you're emptying yourself

And howling for a saint to push you from the window
I will catch you down below
God knows you want to sweat
But I don't think you really want

The Butcher's full of charm and you should see how soft his hands are
You only need another shot, he says
For your trembling to stop
But don't forget he keeps his business up by giving you that talk
By slipping you that talk

And howling for a saint to push you from the window
I will catch you down below
I know you want to just be done
But are you sure you really want to not be here at all?