The Butcher

[The Gingerbread Man]
Run, run, fast as you can you can
You can't catch me, I'm the Gingerbread Man
Run, run, fast as you can you can
You can't catch me, I'm the Gingerbread Man

[The Butcher]
Buddy didn't say I'm sorry
Buddy didn't ask to be excused
Buddy didn't beg your pardon
When he steps on you

He leaves too much fat on these T-bones. [?] jerk! I know he's gonna- I know he's gonna leave without cleaning up again! He knows I'll do it!. Damn, this knife is dull! I know I just sharpened it yesterday! I know he used it--he knows it's my favorite knife!

It's not supposed to be this way. Everyone- everyone says that if you come back, it's better than it was before, but- but it's no different

And what about the light? - what about the blue light? There's supposed to be a beautiful blue light. But all I saw was eels!
Eels squirming everywhere, and life doesn't have any more meaning

Only Buddy. It should have been him! And he should- should have stayed there with the eels! And- and- and all I can think about are his hands. His hands and how they look graceful and strong and- and- and sensitive as they slice a section of rump roast or- or split the hindquarters of a lamb
And all I can think about are those same hands, how they must caress the face of his wife and tie the shoe laces of his children and- and...

I can't stop!
I can't stop!
I can't stop!