Blood-slicked Highway Lyrics - Praise The Lard - Pig

Who's cooking at the stake tonight? 

Is it the black, yellow, the red or the white? 

The majority's meat is the minority's poison 

So you keep your head down and run with the boys on 

A phalanx of phallic power and contempt 

There are berries for the bullies and the thoroughbred turkeys 

Who won't mourn your loss as they rule in your name 

You know it mocks sense but you shut your face 

I spy love but it's highly debatable 

I hear lies and they're inescapable 

Fire, fire, toil and trouble 

The wall is down now watch that rubble burn 

Watch that rubble burn 

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There's a blood red lining to every lie 

A calamity in every alleyway! 

I'm an uneasy rider on this blood-slicked highway 

There ain't one way to cook a goose 

There ain't one way to tie a noose! 

I spy love but it's highly debatable 

I hear lies and they're inescapable 

Fire, fire, toil and trouble 

The wall is down now watch that rubble burn 

Watch that rubble burn 

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Who's cooking at the stake tonight? 

Is it the black, the yellow, the red or the white? 

There's a blood-red lining to every lie 

A calamity in every alleyway 

I'm an uneasy rider on a blood-slicked highway 

A blood-slicked highway 

On this blood-slicked highway 

On this blood-slicked highway