Hello. I’ve had a few people asking me about The Butcher lately. Even after they’ve heard the song, they’re still not entirely sure wtf I’m going on about. So here it is – the story behind Danny Fontaine & The Horns Of Fury 7 minute WW1 epic…
“Captain,” he said, “send ’em over – soon them all be dead anyway.”
So “Men”, I said “go pick up your guns, full steam ahead, God save The King.”
But now, I say, “hand me my new service colt instead – I’ll shoot myself”
I don’t know when to fight no more with hands so red and clouded thoughts I’m scared – what’s real anymore??
I don’t know when to fight no more
I don’t know who to fight no more
I don’t know how to fight no more
Or make anybody fight no more
I don’t know when to fight no more when men must die to win this war and
I don’t know how to kill my men, and I don’t know how to rid these dreams
cos I don’t know what’s real anymore.
I AM THE BUTCHER! AND MEN MUST DIE AT MY HANDS!
And the men, come marching in, 2 by 2, with loaded guns
Carpe Diem, 2 by 2, hand grenades, be prepared.
And the men, come marching in, 2 by 2, with loaded guns,
Carpe Diem, ooh, 2 by 2, fall in.
You know if I was younger I would fight for the king myself but alack my valiant blood courses through my loaded ancient veins.
And I am not the man that you men are, completely optimised for this very war, killing machines, why I’m sure that you exPECT to die!
Well you KNEW what war was when you signed up, you knew that dead was where you’d wind up, but still I see the questions crying out your dying eyes!!
But I am not the one to blame! No Kaiser Wilhelm’s not my name! You would not understand the complex stance that I must take!