Why try to hide?
Runnin’ ain’t about to gonna do anything for you my little one
Oh they try to get inside of me, why do they bother anyway?
We mustn’t worry, anything
Tell me what you see, pig, are they here?
I’ll rip and slaughter he who takes my pig from me
Chorus:
Here little piggy go, pig! live in muck, I love my pig!
Those filthy little lovers, piggy pigs! liberate! see my big panic!
Sicker than I’ve ever been, when I see myself inside of you
But, I love you, my crude flesh, stain my tongue with your mess
Suckle, suckle, oh, gross, it’s the roast
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