The Horrors - 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

For the slaughterhouse

Force from the butcher, machine-like

One mighty hand at shoulder height

Feet tread heavy on the black floor,

Look at the breadth of those fingers

One more for the Chopping board

For the Chopping board

Cast me in this violent light,

Pull my hands from my eyes

Hours go by in thunderous form,

I can't go on I can't go on

I'll do myself in

I'll do myself in

I'll do myself in

I'll do myself in