Julian Cope - Hey High Cla** Butcher lyrics

Oh, the living is easy And the fighting is over When the fighting is over Should the living be easy? Breakfast now on the saviour With soldiers' tales of an infant I see the flames in the distance He bows his head as he tells me When you carve your name in My face, blue and gasping Crave a higher attention Oh, you shouldn't do that Oh, the river is hostile But I still try to cross there And if I leave my cross there Use my feet for a memory When I turn my face to The telltale horizon I hear the screams that curdle soldiers' blood Oh, you shouldn't do that In the night, in my kitchen I can hear my meat sighing Saying, "Hey, high cla** butcher Save our gifts from this culture We were asked here for dinner But which side of the table? The side of beef, not the kitchen Oh, you shouldn't do that" Oh, the living is easy Is the easy worth living? Oh, the living is easy Is the easy worth living? Yes, it's also for giving So forgive and forget it It's no problem, you can't have it