The Butcher - The Residents

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

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 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 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