A cautionary tale of what can happen when there's no chops in the shops. Produced by Rob & recorded at home on an iPad, Zoom G3 & Boss BR600/800. Rob - Bass, Rhythm Guitar, Keyboards, Drum Programming & Production. Graham - Vocals, Lead Guitar
Voodoo Sharks are Voodoo John & Sharks Don't Sleep
Story behind the song
Originally performed once & once only in Voodoo John's previous band, Voodoo Hit Squad. We both felt this song was too good to die a slow & painful death.
Lyrics
They say the price of meat has gone through the roof.
Since butcher Bob has died.
They found his body.
Sitting in a tree.
With no skin and with no eyes.
And what will we eat?
Said Sheriff Calhoun, under a bright October moon.
There's no chops in the shops
There’s no beef on the street.
What will these people eat?
I have a plan, said Archibald Laker
(He was the towns Undertaker)
There's Blind John McCrae and his Grandmother Mary,
They’re in the town’s mortuary.
We can make flans with hands.
We can make pies with eyes.
We can cut the flesh from their thighs,
Say a little prayer if it makes you feel kinder,
Once we've got their bodies in the grinder.
The price of meat
Now the people eat, all those lives are saved
Since they found all those bodies in their graves
All the townspeople here are so well fed
Since they started eating their dead.
All the bodies, all the bones
All the faces all the toes
Eating dignitaries and regular Joes.
They're digging up the graveyard,
They say they'll never stop,
Don't come at night
Chop chop chop
The price of meat
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