A man has got to work to eat, and this is what I do five days a week,
I'm at this place form nine to five,
A get a salary for taking life.

They send them in, I send them out, (out)
My hammer carries a lot of clout, (clout)
Blood doesn't bother me no more,
They put me on the kill floor,
Working on the kill floor,
Working on the kill floor.

Death has become a way of life,
I see the bills and hear my nagging wife,
I spend my day inflicting pain,
This kind of job could drive a man insane.

They send them in, I send them out, (out)
My hammer carries a lot of clout, (clout)
Don't feel compassion anymore,
They put me on the kill floor,
Working on the kill floor,
Working on the kill floor.

This is me and my hammer.

There's nothing to do when I check out, (out)
So, me and my hammer go house to house, (house)
Blood doesn't bother me no more,
They put me on the kill floor,
Working on the kill floor,
Working on the kill floor,
Working on the kill floor.