There Was a Butcher Alan Cumming

There was a butcher
Who had a wife and daughter
And a rich man who led them all
Like lambs to the slaughter

He tried to take the butcher's wife
When she refused he took her life
Framed the butcher for the crime
And while he was doing time
His daughter came of age
Forced to perform upon the stage

And to be clear
In this scenario
The butcher is me

But the rich man truly
Will pay for his sins
And this time Dooley
Will be the one who wins
For there's a debt
That has yet to be repaid
So my course is set
For the blood and the blade

And the death, sweet death
That will bring relief
From the pain and the passion
And the guilt and the grief