The Chopping Block

(One, two, three, four) G, Bm 2x G Bm Ah, the sweet song of the bell G Bm It's the butcher's curtain call again G Bm Does he sleep at night? G F#m Bm The hood protects his face from prying eyes A And the swinging man D Looks pretty good to me A I see he's pissed himself C Bb D But now the'll leave us be G Bm I thought I heard a distant bark G Bm Of the mothers, they're crying in vain again G Bm A man stood sick as hell G F#m Bm The crowd didn't know his name at all A But the chopping block D Looks pretty good to me A And the rolling head C Bb D Rolls by and feels no pain (One, two, three, four) G Bm 2x G Bm Ah, the sweet song of the bell G Bm It's the butcher's curtain call again G Bm Does he sleep at night? G F#m Bm The hood protects his face from prying eyes A And the swinging man D Looks pretty good to me A I see he's pissed himself C Bb D But now he'll leaves us be