Year Of The Pig Lyrics - Year Of The Pig - Fucked Up

Pigs at the trough show no fear 

Fat full of death they will not starve this year 

Feed stains their skin in the mud 

Fed through the nose plant their feet in the blood 

Pigs at the trough getting fat 

Surfeit of the beast turned to tricks for a feast 

Tear into the filth like a whore 

Suck the meat from the bones leave the corpse on the floor 

Pigs at the trough dissapear 

One final meal before kissing the spear 

Skins on the hook left to dry 

Just use the flesh pay no mind to the hide 

Pigs at the trough slit and squeal 

Done up and stuck like a pig for a meal 

Painted and tied and dressed up 

Get it on your hands as it fills your cup 

Pigs at the trough are to blame 

They are the monsters we never became 

they poison our crops and our name 

We hate that we need them to manage our shame 

Pigs at the trough live in grime 

Carrion meals fit for these profane swine 

No mind to the scum they live in 

They tremble in fear as they swallow your sin 

Pigs at the trough swell and burst 

Bearing the brunt as they launder the cursed 

We keep our pigs in a pen 

Our place to defile again and again and again and again 

Pigs killing pigs turned to pigs killing pigs 

Pigs fed to pigs turned to pigs fed to pigs 

The famers alseep under the tree 

No ones here watching over us 

Ashamed of what pigs mean to men 

Ashamed of what we do to them 

Ashamed of the pig in our head 

Ashamed so we kill them instead 

Pigs at the trough are obscene 

Punish the products but not the machine 

Pregnant with guilt and disgrace 

Delivering scorn on the mess they create 

The pigs at the trough are pristine 

They live in our dirt and still they stay clean 

Recoil from the stigma and hate 

And suffer the pig who can't change its fate