Bukowski Family The Tenderizer lyrics

Eyes carved out, mouth quilted shut,
the chain pushed through bone.

Muscles sore and bleeding,
walking in circle, over and over again!.

March mutherfuckers! Stop and die
MOVE! It makes the flesh tender.


Now pick up the pace,
you know what you got to face.
The choosing time is here,
pick one to go and the rest will remain.

Before your own skin, flesh and bone,
you have to choose one of your own,
now who's the lucky piece of shit,
point a finger and make the pick.


CALM THE FUCK DOWN!
We know you're all eager (as are we)
but somebody is always the first one.

March motherfuckers! Stop and die
ready for the ol' rusty blender.

Rust aside, the old fucker works,
hefty slabs of meat for the rest of you to eat.

Now you've done your part so get back in line,
we didn't drag you here just to die.

March motherfuckers! Stop and die
ready for the ol' rusty blender.