Line them up, and move them in It's time for killing to begin String them up, and hose them down As we watch the blood run to the ground See them twitch, and hear them moan As the saw cuts into bone What an effervescent tone The cows make when they scream How they dance, how they dance Their guts staining our pens How they dance, how they dance At the slaughter's promenade Flay the skin, and pull it back Twist their neck until it cracks Shock them til their heart attacks I like mine nice and lean Chop their legs so they can't run Zap their brains, oh Lord, what fun The butcher's work is never done On the slaughter's promenade How they dance, how they dance The smell keeps us entranced How they dance, how they dance At the slaughter's promenade Now you store them in a six foot pen Surging with adrenaline You keep them penned up around the clock That's how you keep the vital stock Feed them swill from their own waste With pills and hormones interlaced We swear, it just adds to the taste The masses are supreme How they dance, how they dance Their guts staining our pens How they dance, how they dance At the slaughter's promenade How they dance, how they dance The smell keeps us entranced How they dance, how they dance At the slaughter's promenade