.​.​. In the Name of Progress

by The Slaughterhouse Chorus

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released May 31, 2019

Engineered and produced by Ryan Slowey in Valley Falls, NY, spring 2017. Mastered by Carl Saff.

Backup vocals on "Hambone" by Dan Wilson and John Pipino.

Cover photography by Denise Jordan.

The Slaughterhouse Chorus has been:
Chris Jordan: vocals & guitar
Jay Bonafide: guitar
Bob Watson: bass & vocals
Mark McKenna: drums

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Track Name: Greenplates
Each day I rise, still alive, with bloodshot eyes
a little more hung-over, half-assed and high
than the day before, tell me Lord can you hear my plea?
For salvation by unemployment
A winning scratch off would be heaven-sent
or send down the sweet angel of disability

I get down on my good knee and pray
I hope they fire me today

When I was broke, I was down and out
and I begged you, good Lord, to throw me a line
I asked for the cash, asked for the time
Now I'm still broke, my back is shot
and I swear to God it's the end of the line
I don't mean to shout but please bail me out
Oh lord, I've waited all this time
Now show me a dollar sign

The only joy I feel is when they play
Ozzy on the radio 4 times a day
and when my co-workers are all leaving me alone
cuz I cut ties with most family
but I got 12 friends in a can for company
My heaven is sitting at home with some hydrocodone

Oh yeah, ain't we all the same?
Sick of 40 hours, waiting to get paid
I get down on my good knee and pray
I hope they fire me today
Track Name: Hambone
A hundred miles from Paducah and we killed the stereo
to listen to the tires creaking down that dusty road
We weighed down that little flatbed with all the booze that we could pack
Oh lord, New York, I ain't ever coming back

Oh yeah! I’m doing fine
Oh yeah! Another state line
flying across the windshield like the endless march of time
Oh yeah! We drove all night
Oh yeah! The end's in sight
and I'll see you in Nashville if it takes my whole damn life

We dropped the stakes and set up camp in that Putnam County sun
Fired up the grill and drank away our midnight run
Kicked the dust, hit the bottle and heard them people cheer
then set off toward the stage lights with backpacks chock-full of beer

We got the ways, we got the means, got cans of Busch and cans of beans
We got shirtless good ol' boys passed out in plastic latrines
You just show me a thousand folks who know the way to act
Oh Lord, New York, I ain't ever coming back

Oh yeah! I'm doing fine
Oh yeah! The sun and moonshine
are flowing through the crowd like the endless march of time
Oh yeah! We drank all night
Oh yeah! No end in sight
and I'll see you in Cookeville if it takes my whole damn life

The rains came up from New Orleans and they flooded out the tents
Our tires sank as muddy roots entangled better sense
In the end we pushed that van uphill and faced the facts
Oh Lord, New York, I guess I'm coming back

Oh yeah! Had to resign
Oh yeah! We took it as a sign
falling from the sky signaling the end of time
Oh yeah! We left that night
Oh yeah! Our home's in sight
I'll see you back in Selkirk if it takes my whole damn life

So take me down to North Carolina
Roll me on out to Tennessee
I've been through heaven, hell, and high water
but right here, right now's the only place and time for me

We stumbled into Lebanon feeling half-past dead
We laid down our soaking dollar bills for a pizza and a bed
Now I got the ghost of Hank the 1st to guide me down the track
Oh Lord, New York, I can't wait to get back

Oh yeah! I'm doing fine
Oh yeah! Another state line
flying across the windshield like the endless march of time
Oh yeah! We drove all night
Oh yeah! The end's in sight
And I'll see you in Nashville if it takes my whole damn life
Oh yeah! We drove all night
Oh yeah! The end's in sight
And I'll see you in Nashville if it takes my whole damn life
Track Name: Used Tombstones
There's an old truck hooked up to a trailer full of doubt
It's brokedown in the crossings of your mind
and a freight train hauling a load of trouble
is coming down the line

But it's a little late to warn the driver
The engineer, well, he don't hear your worried cries
Each time the whistle blows, the more you come to know
those brakes are out and you're about to hit hard times

Have you been listening to the TV again?
Well, they don't always get it right
The devil hides in every crooked grin
as we pray to keep him away each night

But we all lend an ear whenever he comes near
Spoke to our sense of fear and prophesized
of all things right and wrong, mesmerized by his song
The beautiful folks can hide such ugly lives

But it's a little late to shame the newsman
Don't we all know the wind that blows can tell us lies
We failed ourselves again and washed our hands in the end
Is he to blame we trusted him with our lives?

But it's a little late to bribe the hangman
We're already gathered for the show
and after all you've seen, you never saw it coming
You'll never get to see it go
Track Name: Pedestrians
The girls out on the sidewalk aren't thinking about the strikes
They don't hear the sound of sirens on the north side at night
They speak in misquotations, cliches and paraphrases
of our idols fat and wasted, getting by on our good graces

The boys the knew in school are all off dying in foreign places
while they're dying to impress with their made up facts and faces
They speak in inside jokes, catchphrases and quotes
They wash down pretty little pills to fight the things they fear the most

but when we were young we were too dumb to notice
too drunk to feel it, and too smug to care
Crowding the crosswalks, the cars shoveled past us
We could take the 10 bus to anywhere

They say the road to Armageddon is paved with good intentions
Maybe every starving artist was just starving for attention
but our hero left Chicago so he could die alone
stranded on Long Island seven hundred miles from home

When he was young he was too numb to notice
too drunk to feel it, too smart to win
A neon light Jesus will come back to claim us
The dead and famous will rise again

There's nothing more depressing than a generation racing
It's work or get worked out, run or get run over
take until you're taken or just drink until you're sober
Track Name: Wellsville
It's a beautiful night here in Wellsville
I think I've been doing alright
Got the American dream on a 50 inch screen
I got a car in the lot under blue motion lights

8 hours of sleep solves my problems
8 more at the desk pays the rent
but the bills in the mail beat me home without fail
Every paycheck's already been spent

And the end of the month is coming up again
but I'm happy enough on this comfortable crutch
just waiting for the weekend

We had the whole world in the palm of our hands
and then we just let it slip away, and we'll pay
for a living room set and even odds on a bet
we'll size each other up til we're old and gray

It's a beautiful night here in Wellsville
The neighbors scream through the walls
We don't know the first thing about the folks we demean
but we'll smile and nod in the hall

It's a marvelous night for a mugging
Click the deadbolt and lock yourself in
We sleep to the sound of fans and wall clock second-hands
counting down the minutes to the end

We had the whole world in the palm of our hands
and we just let it slip away, and we'll pay
for a lifetime of debt and even odds on a bet
we'll size each other up till we're old and gray

Mom and Dad, what did you do
when you learned that the world had such big plans for you?
It's so easy to use comfort as a crutch
for a life of trying to size each other up

We had the whole world in the palm of our hands
and we just let it slip away, and we'll pay
for a life of regret and even odds on a bet
we'll size each other up till we're old and gray

We'll pay till our dying day
So click the deadbolt and lock yourself in
We're counting down the minutes till the end