Thunderclaps - The Horrors

Watch them speak in thunderclaps

Noone more or much as jack

And it’s a knock 'em dead show:

Pipes and joints, greased hinged and bone

One more, for the slaughterhouse

For the slaughterhouse

CHANT!

Force from the butcher machine-like

One mighty hand at shoulder height

Feet threas heavy on the black floor

Look at the breadth of those fingers

One more, for the chopping board

For the chopping board

CHANT!

Cast me in this violent night

(I can’t go)

Pull my hands from my eyes

(I can’t go)

CHANT!

Hours go by in thunderous form

(I can’t go)

I can’t go on, i can’t go on

(I can’t go)

CHANT!