Zach Bryan
The Butchers Floor
Waiting outside your door
There’s an awfully hungry crowd
They’ll comfort you, then chew your bones
Then spit you to the ground
So take heed, take heed
And don’t you give ‘em what you need
Cause those animals will pay top dime just to see a stranger bleed
Welcome to the Butcher’s Floor where anything goes
They’ll bend you and they’ll bread you just to see how far you fold
And I am not an evil man, no I’d never hurt a soul
But I’ll take where I stand if it means I’m not controlled
So don’t feed a hungry crowd
With their bloodshot eyes
Gritty hearts, and drooling mouths
Welcome to the Butcher’s Floor
Come on boy, take it home
For a man nowadays
Mistakes are not allowed
There’s no planks in the eyes of this strangely perfect crowd
So don’t feed a hungry crowd
With their bloodshot eyes
Gritty hearts, and drooling mouths
Welcome to the Butcher’s Floor
Come on boy, take it home
Waiting outside your door
There’s an awfully hungry crowd
They’ll comfort you, then chew your bones
Then spit you to the ground
Take heed, take heed
And don’t you give them what they need
Those animals will pay top dime just to see a stranger bleed