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We Are The Pigs
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We Are The Pigs
01. we are the pigs |
We Are The Pigs
Well the church bells are calling Police cars on fire And as they call you to the eye of the storm All the people say "stay at home tonight" I say we are the pigs, we are the swine We are the stars of the firing, of the firing line And as the smack cracks at your window You wake up with a gun in your mouth Oh let the nuclear wind blow away my sins And I'll stay at home in my house I say we are the pigs, we are the swine We are the stars of the firing We are the pigs, we are the swine We are the stars of the firing, of the firing line We are the pigs, we are the swine We are the stars of the firing But deceit can't save you so Oh, oh, we'll watch them burn Oh, oh, we'll watch them burn Oh, oh, we'll watch them burn Oh, oh, we'll watch them burn We'll watch them, we'll watch them, We'll watch them burn, watch them burnKilling Of A Flash Boy
All the white kids shuffle to the heavy metal stutter And go shaking on the scene like killing machines And they know that when she's stacked up top She's a sucker for the shotgun show Shaking obscene like killing machines here we go It's the same old show, he is a killer he's a flash boy, oh He is a killer he's a flash boy oh, oh, oh Shake your fake tan through aerosol land and you'll know That you'll suffer for your sex by the caravenettes oh, no And that shitter with the pout won't be putting it about no more Oh, shaking obscene like a killing machine here we go It's the same old show, he is a killer he's a flash boy, oh He is a killer he's a flash boy, oh It's the same old show, he is a killer, he's a flash boy, oh This is the killing of a flash boy oh... And Athena loves your body So think of the sea my baby Think of the sea as you murder me Think of the sea my baby Think of the sea as you murder me Murder me, murder me, murder me, murder me, murder me Same old show, he is a killer, he's a flash boy, oh This is a killing of a flash boy oh... It's the same old show, he is a killer, he's a flash boy oh This is the killing of a flash boy oh... La, la, la, la, la, laWhipsnade
We are only young But we style our future with a cattle gun We are idle rich So we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch Cause when the firelight shocks like a cop shop pyre We'll sack the politics for premonition and fire And we'll move like Nuryev that night Oh, coast to coast Side to side Shines the light of fine enlightened minds Coast to coast We are only young But we style out future in the shadow of guns We aren't idle rich So we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch Cause when the stylised kick of the filmstar whip cracks down to millions, Cracks the kids on the hips We'll be moving like Nuryev that night Oh, coast to coast Side to side Shines the light of fine enlightened minds Coast to coast Side to side Feel the steel that shines outside the blinds Coast to coast Side to side Blades engraved with babies names While pylons hide the suicide Oh, coast to coast Side to side Shines the light of fine enlightened minds Coast to coast Side to side Feel the steel that shines outside the blinds Coast to coast Side to side Blades engraved with babies names While pylons hide the suicide Feel the steel that shines outside the blinds
