.​.​. In the Name of Progress

by The Slaughterhouse Chorus

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1.
02:37
2.
Hambone
3.
Used Tombstones
4.
Pedestrians
5.
Wellsville

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releases 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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Punk rock Americana from the Empire State.

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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