Pinkerton Thugs - Ballad Of The Slaughterhouse lyrics

rate me

You don't know what we go through

To cut all these steaks

You don't know what we go through

To put 'em on your plate

You don't know what its like

To spend your day

Slicing necks for meager pay

The crying of the cows

The screaming of the pigs

The horses and the cutting rigs

The bloody boots

The bloody gloves

The bloody walls

And the bloody tubs

While my kids get thinner and thinner

I slice hog for America's dinner

So much ham, so many mouths to feed

And a bad case of conventional greed

The goddamn AFL-CIO

Functions only for the status quo

Our long term goals can only be met

Through a worker's syndicate