PIG SOCIETY
Pushed to the wall with vicious psychobabble
A cloud of rage that will grapple you
By the throat, by the balls, by the collar of a uniform shirt
Swing that handle
Swing that handle...
Pushed the wrong button, chose the wrong fucking channel
One more minute and we'll dismantle
And wreck this cage, this box, this rancid moving tin can
9.04 on the panel
9.04 on the panel
One more minute and something will blow
And who'll take credit for the blood that will flow?
Do they wanna grow, do they wanna go, do they wanna stop, do they wanna hit me?
I don't wanna give, I don't wanna take, I don't wanna stick close to the
Pig Society
Infinite crawl I feel my patience unravel
Can't hold on tight enough you will be gone
In a trice in a flash in half the blink of an eye
Hit the gravel
Hit the gravel
HOLY GHOST MACHINE GUN
And the Lord said
The Lord said
Yes, the Lord He speaks through me
The Lord said
To strike dead
You heathen swine who dare pass judgement on his humble servant
In the name of the father In the name of the son
I strike you down with my holy ghost machine gun
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