Residents The Butcher
Run, run, fast as you can you can
You can't catch me, I'm the Gingerbread Man
Run, run, fast as you can you can
You can't catch me, I'm the Gingerbread Man
Buddy didn't say I'm sorry
Buddy didn't ask to be excused
Buddy didn't beg your pardon
When he steps on you
He leaves too much fat on these t-bones
Jerk
I know he's gonna leave without cleaning up again
He knows I'll do it
Damn this knife is dull
I know I just sharpened it yesterday
I know he used it
He knows it's my favorite knife
It's not supposed to be this way
Everyone says that if you come back
It's better than it was before
But, but it's no different
And what about the light? - what about the blue light?
There's supposed to be a beautiful blue light
But all I saw was eels
Eels squirming everywhere
And life doesn't have any more meaning
only Buddy
It should have been him
And he should, should have stayed there with the eels
And, and, and all I can think about are his hands
His hands and how they look graceful and strong and,
and, and sensitive
As they slice a section of rump roast
Or, or split the hindquarters of a lamb
And all I can think about are those same hands
How they must caress the face of his wife
And tie the shoe laces of his children
And, and
I can't stop
I can't stop
I can't stop
