Down at the end of Jerusalem Street
There’s a butcher’s shop selling cuts of meat
Wrapped in cloth so white and neat
You’d think it was really a winding sheet.
So many parcels! Enough for a feast!
Shoulder and loin, belly and feet,
Heads to boil, legs to roast,
Fresh from the slaughterhouse,
Where human animals meet their end
Down at the end of Jerusalem Street.