Burn Pigs Burn
I'm painting you
and all the ugly things you do.
You're holding a machete
your mustache makes your arms too long.
Goddamn - I got a memory.
Yeah, man, I got a family.
I'll see your face in the closet,
cold cocked in the dark and left for dead
Burn pigs burn, man,
you'll learn pigs learn, yea.
Gonna kick into your pumpkin
gonna put you on a mailing list.
I'm peeling out in your garden,
you better go and count your kids
I got a piano wire
yeah man, I'm gonna build a fire
gonna follow you down to the park
and gonna throw your shoes in the kite eating tree.