[Intro] Bell jangles, door swings wide, heels click on bloody tile / They smile with hunger in their eyes, I know that look a mile [description: Clean electric guitar arpeggios with heavy reverb; mournful cello countermelody] [Verse 1] They point at chops, they ask for flank, but watch me when they speak / Their lips say “pound of ground round, please,” their eyes say what they seek [description: Heavy distorted guitars, double bass drum, and cymbal crashes] [Chorus] Love sausage, love sausage, they only want my love sausage / They skip the steaks, forget the ribs, they came for butcher’s carnage White apron stained, a knowing grin, I wrap it up to go / Love sausage, love sausage, they need it hot and slow [description: Full band, soaring vocals with heavy distortion and harmonized guitars; heavy use of wah pedal] [Verse 2] “Is it fresh?” she asks with a purr, red nails tap on the glass / I say “Handmade, finest cut,” she says “I’ll take your best in mass” Receipts pile high but meat stays low, my case gets picked clean / They don’t want T-bone or tenderloin, they want the butcher’s king [description: Heavy distorted guitars, double bass drum, and cymbal crashes; guitar solo with heavy vibrato and whammy bar use] [Chorus] Love sausage, love sausage, they only want my love sausage / They skip the steaks, forget the ribs, they came for butcher’s carnage White apron stained, a knowing grin, I wrap it up to go / Love sausage, love sausage, they need it hot and slow [description: Full band, soaring vocals with heavy distortion and harmonized guitars; heavy use of wah pedal] [Bridge] Husbands at home get pot roast cold, I hear ‘em through the phone / “Don’t wait up, I’m at the butcher’s… yeah, he’s cutting me a bone” [description: Tempo slows; clean electric guitar with delay and reverb; mournful cello solo] [Guitar Solo] [description: Extended guitar solo with heavy distortion, pinch harmonics, and dive bombs] [Chorus] Love sausage, love sausage, they only want my love sausage / They skip the steaks, forget the ribs, they came for butcher’s carnage White apron stained, a knowing grin, I wrap it up to go / Love sausage, love sausage — yeah, they line up for the show [description: Full band, soaring vocals with heavy distortion and harmonized guitars; heavy use of wah pedal] [Outro] Shop closes down… but they still prowl… [description: Fade out with clean electric guitar arpeggios and mournful cello]
