The Horrors - Jack Speaks In Thunderclaps lyrics

Watch them speak in thunderclaps

No one more or much as Jack

It's a knock 'em dead show: Pipes and joints, greased hinge and bone

One more for the slaughterhouse

CHANT

Force from the butcher, machine-like

One mighty hand at shoulder height

Feet tread heavy on black floor, Look at the breadth of those fingers

One more for the Chopping board

CHANT

Cast me in this violent light, Pull my hands from my eyes

CHANT

Thunderclaps fly through low-light

Jack sits amongst them in the sky

There's no place here for me tonight but Jack needs no invite

Lunging for the meat and prize Lunging with his roving eyes

CHANT

Hours go by In thunderous form, I can't go on I can't go on

RANT

I'll do myself in, I'll pick up this thing

Sits heavy in my hand

I'll do myself in