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
Welcome to the Jungle of the Midwest Sea (4x)

Miles and miles of these stock yards run wild,
The biggest in this country it gives our city style
The world will never know the shape their food is in
It’s not our fault we’re worth our salt it’s the rest of the world’s sin
There’s no law against our action, no law against neglect
We’re doing well in business no matter the effect
We’re the butchers of this country we’re the workers in the mud
We’re the slaughter house advisors, we’re the bleeders of the blood




Behind the Song:
"This song is a song inspired by the meat packing plants in Chicago during the turn of the century. Its based off of the book ‘The Jungle’ by Upton Sinclair and gives the perspective of two workers who were in charge of working in the factory during the time. It’s an interesting point in Chicago history that makes for interesting songs. It was written while I was teaching in a Chicago middle school where the students were learning about local History." - Flatfoot 56