Jungle of the Midwest Sea 歌词

	作曲 : Bawinkel, Bawinkel, Bawinkel ...
	In the year of our
	Lord 1903, in the meat packing plants off the shores of the sea
	Stood a young man at his slaughter post a newby by his side
	He said grind it up and ship it out doesn’t matter what’s inside
	With poison bread to kill the rats, an effective tool of trade
	Just grind ‘em down to sausage it’s not hard for a work day’s pay
	Look busy boy here come the derby coats
	He knows the plan to fool our land so we’re all in the same boat
	Chorus Welcome to the
	Jungle of the
	Midwest Sea (4x)
	Miles and miles of these stock yards run wild,
	The biggest in this country it gives our city style
	The world will never know the shape their food is in
	It’s not our fault we’re worth our salt it’s the rest of the world’s sin
	There’s no law against our action, no law against neglect
	We’re doing well in business no matter the effect
	We’re the butchers of this country we’re the workers in the mud
	We’re the slaughter house advisors, we’re the bleeders of the blood

	zuo qu : Bawinkel, Bawinkel, Bawinkel ...
	In the year of our
	Lord 1903, in the meat packing plants off the shores of the sea
	Stood a young man at his slaughter post a newby by his side
	He said grind it up and ship it out doesn' t matter what' s inside
	With poison bread to kill the rats, an effective tool of trade
	Just grind ' em down to sausage it' s not hard for a work day' s pay
	Look busy boy here come the derby coats
	He knows the plan to fool our land so we' re all in the same boat
	Chorus Welcome to the
	Jungle of the
	Midwest Sea 4x
	Miles and miles of these stock yards run wild,
	The biggest in this country it gives our city style
	The world will never know the shape their food is in
	It' s not our fault we' re worth our salt it' s the rest of the world' s sin
	There' s no law against our action, no law against neglect
	We' re doing well in business no matter the effect
	We' re the butchers of this country we' re the workers in the mud
	We' re the slaughter house advisors, we' re the bleeders of the blood

	zuò qǔ : Bawinkel, Bawinkel, Bawinkel ...
	In the year of our
	Lord 1903, in the meat packing plants off the shores of the sea
	Stood a young man at his slaughter post a newby by his side
	He said grind it up and ship it out doesn' t matter what' s inside
	With poison bread to kill the rats, an effective tool of trade
	Just grind ' em down to sausage it' s not hard for a work day' s pay
	Look busy boy here come the derby coats
	He knows the plan to fool our land so we' re all in the same boat
	Chorus Welcome to the
	Jungle of the
	Midwest Sea 4x
	Miles and miles of these stock yards run wild,
	The biggest in this country it gives our city style
	The world will never know the shape their food is in
	It' s not our fault we' re worth our salt it' s the rest of the world' s sin
	There' s no law against our action, no law against neglect
	We' re doing well in business no matter the effect
	We' re the butchers of this country we' re the workers in the mud
	We' re the slaughter house advisors, we' re the bleeders of the blood

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