Sons Of Butcher SOB Story Lyrics

Ricky and me
We formed a band in the name of our dead dad (dead dad!)
Sons of Butcher we called it
And it's also the name of our butcher shop (butcher shop!)
I was a boy
With a dream of controlling my p___ stream (p___ stream!)
Now I'm a man
With a mop in my hand and I play in the band (with the bass!)
Together we make
What only dreams can make for the rock and the steak (and the steak!)
So open your ears
And your mouth and your thighs let the Sons inside (Sons inside!)

Sons Of Butcher
Sons Of Butcher