The Jazz Butcher

Lyrics

Killed Out
A hot little boy in the Santa Sofia
a morgue in Istanbul
At eleven-o'clock in the morning
Under the dome with a hangover head
It's that little boy's first date with the monster

And I sulk Don't be talkin' to me
I sulk Like a deportee
I sulk I got a eggiweg head
It's gonna be a while till I get out of your bed

Killed out Flat on my back
Killed out But I don't care

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty, you're the one.
Dead as a post and twice as much fun.

So much effort for a stupid noise
And your mother bakes cakes real slow in the afternoon sun
The big drum is a wonderful sound
And there it is - Killed out

Alcohol and the American artist
Alcohol and the American artist
Edgar Allen Poe and Dorothy Parker
I wanna be an American artist
I'm vacant
I haven't got a lot on my mind
I like sonic the phonebook
I haven't got a lot on my mind
I'm vacant
Don't waste time tryin' to get to me
No no no no

Cause I sulk I'm gonna bite your face
I sulk I fill your world with Mace
I sulk I'm in need of a shave
I sulk Yeah from beyond the grave

Killed out Well I'm flat on my back
Killed out I don't care

No sex no drugs no science no sin
If your name's down here then you're going straight in
No sex no drugs no science no sin
Welcome to eternity - Blame it on Sting

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty, you're the one.
Dead as a post and twice as much fun. (x4)

Found On

Buy These Records
Waiting For The Love Bus
There's a clean, simple sound to a lot of this that Condition Blue detractors might appreciate. I'm ten years older now than when I made Bath, and right now, after all that morbid stuff, it only really feels like about three. There's rockin' shit and there's a big ballad or two and some weird little pop songs and a nice family sing-along about penguins. I hope you like it.
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creation_records, TriStar Records

Pat Says

The Butcher Says..
Imagine how RUDE it would be to die in someone else's apartment. Imagine how much BOTHER it could cause them. Imagine how much you'd CARE. Source: Pat Letter 1993-08-30 1993-08-30 (Monday, 30th of August 1993 - 31 years 51 days ago)