Sliced off the bone
Corpse pig forever remembered
Hooked by the throat and the groin
The pig's on spit roast unsevered
Tied up and held down with barbed wire in uniform [x2]
Dead in a bin
Hung by a rope
There's blood in her eyes
If pigs were like goats
They wouldn't remember forever
Tied up and held down with barbed wire in uniform [x2]
Dead in a bin
Hung by a rope
There's blood in her eyes
Filling the throat
If pigs were like goats they would not remember
Amnesie the key for excusing dismember
You won't see me in jail, but I'll meet you in hell [x2]