OST Сыны Анархии Flatfoot 56 все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

In the year of our Lord 1903, in the meat packing plants off the shores of the sea
Stood a young man at his slaughter post a newby by his side
He said grind it up and ship it out doesn’t matter what’s inside
With poison bread to kill the rats, an effective tool of trade
Just grind ‘em down to sausage it’s not hard for a work day’s pay
Look busy boy here come the derby coats
He knows the plan to fool our land so we’re all in the same boat
Chorus