Stomping through our own minds
Guitars beating d**h's time
On a wave of red flesh foam
We drive our righteous message home
This is the gig to end all gigs
This is the night of the pigs
Grunt snarl boot in the door
Handcuffs lie face down on the floor
Plant it easy for the dog
You take the bathroom, I'll take the bog
This is the gig to end all gigs
This is the night of the pigs