I'm here for the tribute From farmers all around I'm here to collect the pigs For royal hunting ground And hunger is upon you You're eating your own kids! But there is no excuse for you - I need my bloody pigs!
You're eating your own cattle So you don't starve to death! Now, do you even realise You put me under stress? You're messing with my planning! You're tearing me apart! But I just might have an idea For you to play your part!
Where are the pigs now? What a mix up! Truly, what a shame! Breeding, growing, Where we are going All pigs are the same!
Lets saw your arms and legs off - For now they are too long! And ears are short, I'll have to stretch. And cut away your tongue! And soon it will be over Just think of this instead: You will be royal hunting pigs - At least you will be fed!
Where are the pigs now? What a mix up! Truly, what a shame! Breeding, growing, Where we are going All pigs are the same!
You are pigs now! Alive somehow Growing day by day You'll be going The next morning To your final stay
A King wants entertainment! We're on the hunting ground! But there is no guard left alive And only pigs around They quickly knock him over! He's screaming underneath! And we must have forgotten to Remove their bloody teeth!
Where are the pigs now? What a mix up! Truly, what a shame! They keep going! They keep growing! All pigs are the same!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
