Can you see the grief in my eyes As I'm forced into a neck lock device The blade below my upturned chin Saws back and forth again and again While blood runs down my throat Spittle now suds I continue to choke The butcher's job has just begun From here I'll be shaved skin stripped and hung Famer John he's Hitler in disguise That is he through live-stock eyes Farmer John he's Adolf in disguise That is he through live-stock eyes When asked how he feels to butcher and maim Animal after animal day after day Killer meat man replies and says, "It's just a job -- no more, no less"