Butcher's Tale
The Zombies Lyrics


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A butcher yes that was my trade
But the king's shilling is now my fee
A butcher I may as well have stayed
For the slaughter that I see

And the preacher in his pulpit
Sermon: "Go and fight, do what is right"
But he don't have to hear these guns
And I'll bet he sleeps at night

And I
And I can't stop shaking
My hands won't stop shaking
My arms won't stop shaking
My mind won't stop shaking
I want to go home
Please let me go home
Go home

And I have seen a friend of mine
Hang on the wire
Like some rag toy
Then in the heat the flies come down
And cover up the boy
And the flies come down in
Gommecourt, Thiepval,
Mametz Wood, and French Verdun
If the preacher he could see those flies
Wouldn't preach for the sound of guns

And I
And I can't stop shaking
My hands won't stop shaking
My arms won't stop shaking
My mind won't stop shaking
I want to go home




Please let me go home
Go home

Overall Meaning

The Zombies' song "Butcher's Tale" narrates a heart-wrenching experience of a British soldier who had to leave his profession as a butcher to fight for the king in a war. The soldier expresses his regret of ever taking up the call to arms as he has witnessed atrocities and brutalities of war that haunted him forever. He juxtaposes his former profession as a butcher to his current situation, acknowledging that both were the same, except now he is slaughtering human beings rather than animals. The soldier then goes on to speak of a preacher who urged him and his comrades to fight and "do what is right" but the preacher doesn't have to face the torment of war or see his friends die gruesome deaths.


The second part of the song speaks of a traumatic experience where the soldier sees his friend hang on the wire and then covers up in flies as the heat sets in. He narrates how the flies come down in different places where battles take place and muses that if the preacher could see this, he wouldn't preach for war anymore. The soldier keeps repeating how his hands, his arms, his mind, all won't stop shaking and he wants to go home, to be away from this living nightmare. The song ends on a haunting note of the soldier, questioning if he can ever go back to leading his normal life after seeing the horror of war.


Line by Line Meaning

A butcher yes that was my trade
I used to be a butcher


But the king's shilling is now my fee
But now I'm a soldier, being paid by the king


A butcher I may as well have stayed
Despite being a soldier, I still witness plenty of slaughter


For the slaughter that I see
I constantly see people being killed in war, just like how I saw animals being killed as a butcher


And the preacher in his pulpit
The preacher in church


Sermon: "Go and fight, do what is right"
His sermon is telling us to fight for what is right


But he don't have to hear these guns
But he doesn't have to experience the violence of war


And I'll bet he sleeps at night
He probably sleeps peacefully, while I can't stop thinking about everything I've witnessed


And I
And me, the artist


And I can't stop shaking
I'm so traumatized by what I've seen that my body won't stop shaking


My hands won't stop shaking
Specifically, my hands are shaking uncontrollably


My arms won't stop shaking
My arms are also shaking uncontrollably


My mind won't stop shaking
Even my mind is shaking - I can't get these memories out of my head


I want to go home
I just want to leave this war and go home


Please let me go home
I'm begging to be released from this nightmare


And I have seen a friend of mine
I witnessed my friend's death during the war


Hang on the wire
He was caught in barbed wire


Like some rag toy
He looked like a discarded toy


Then in the heat the flies come down
The hot weather caused a swarm of flies to gather around my friend's body


And cover up the boy
The flies completely covered him


And the flies come down in
This happens all the time during war, specifically in places like


Gommecourt, Thiepval,
Gommecourt and Thiepval


Mametz Wood, and French Verdun
As well as Mametz Wood and the French town of Verdun


If the preacher he could see those flies
If the preacher could see the horrors of war firsthand


Wouldn't preach for the sound of guns
He probably wouldn't encourage people to go to war if he truly understood what it's like




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: C. WHITE

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@DHudelson

this song has been coming to mind a lot over that past month.
"War is a place where young people who don't know each other, and don't hate each other, kill each other, by the decision of old people who know each other, and hate each other, but don't kill each other..."

@chicobeat

The horror of war represented with music. This is a masterpiece, an eternal work of art of pop music.

@G8GT364CI

No song has ever made me feel the horrors of war like this song.

@longandwindingroad

check out from a parachute by the third rail. very obscure song about war

@G8GT364CI

@pet3rgriffin I've never heard that one,(listening now) but I remember Run Run Run well, it was a hit on my local AM station in 1967. Thanks. Studio band, these two tunes seem like they're from different bands.

@longandwindingroad

@Bob pretty sure its the same band. theyre on the same album

@G8GT364CI

@pet3rgriffin It is, it was a studio band, studio musicians can usually play in a lot of different styles or the producer will call in different players for different styles, The Archies were another studio band. The lead singer sang lead on several different big hits with different band names, probably all the same people, interchanging.

@randallkennedy2066

You must be joking.

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@jeremyschep3589

The sudden change from the warmth of This Will Be Our Year to the coldness of Butcher's Tale makes for quite a jarring contrast

@metisslo8800

As Pet sounds from Wouldnt it be nice to I just wasnt made for these times

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