​withers

[Verse 1]
Limp black hair, sallow skin
Drink from a shallow tin
Few words said, calloused hands
Who knows where his knife has been

Tired eyes squint through blinds
Crooked hands hold pork rinds
Fix the old steel display
Customers make up their minds

[Verse 2]
Farm fresh meat by the pound
Killed 'cause he liked the sound
Liked the guts, liked the gore
Working in his mama's store

Gristle tossed in the bin
Peeling off hardened skin
He liked his humble life
Liked his store and his knife

[Chorus]
They called him Withers, mama's boy
Skin and carve out a small piece of joy
Wipe the blood on the apron
Weigh the meat on the scale
The sweet meat man on Antelope Trail

Withers, mama's boy
Skin and carve out a small piece of joy
Wipe the blood on the apron (Hey)
Weigh the meat on the scale
The sweet meat man on Antelope Trail

[Verse 3]
Chicken, lamb, pig and cow
Withers would wonder how
Human meat might feel
Up against sharpened steel

One quiet Saturday
Throwing old meat away
Piles of rotting fish
That boy would get his wish

[Chorus]
Withers, mama's boy
Skin and carve out a small piece of joy
Wipe the blood on the apron
Weigh the meat on the scale
The sweet meat man on Antelope Trail

Withers, mama's boy
Skin and carve out a small piece of joy
Wipe the blood on the apron
Weigh the meat on the scale
The sweet meat man on Antelope Trail

[Bridge]
He heard someone scream and he heard metal snap
He ran to the basement to see his mom trapped
He pulled at her limbs, but so did the winder
Of his automatic meat grinder

Oh, he heard someone scream and he heard metal snap
He ran to the basement to see his mom trapped
He pulled at her limbs, but so did the winder
Of his automatic meat grinder

[Outro]
Withers, mama's boy, skin your piece of joy
Blood on your apron, meat on the scale
Withers, mama's boy, skin your piece of joy
Blood on your apron, meat on the scale

Withers, mama's boy
Skin and carve, skin and carve