Arthur Brown - Night of the Pigs lyrics

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