Hung on damnation's rope, deception raping your mind diseased by ancient lies, man's manufactured demise death is your only faith, war is the one religion
Frothing at the mouth hungry wolf on easy prey bastard sou,l crawling in my flesh this war you cannot win sink into your graves stupid filth get in line
Destroy, killer of man, war, plague, alpha omega hell, deliver the pain, dispose a world of fools cold, emotional void, soulless is your god live, according
Power of a bomb, death and destruction abound scrape from the floor, bodies butchered and torn faith principal, weapons of violent dissent blood filling
Crack this mortal shell bleed this hateful soul clear my eyes behold darkness ripping out burn this house of lies watch this world die death in my wake
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
highness I've heard there's someone saying "I do" And banging out an old piano tune Where the pigs don't fly, I do Where the pigs don't fly, I do I
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
pigs of the power, hand of god has struck the hour. Day of judgement, god is calling, on their knees the war pigs crawling. Begging mercy for their
war pigs of the power Hand of god has sturck the hour Day of judgement, god is calling On their knees, the war pigs crawling Begging mercy for their
change the density of the ponies' music so it affects the density of the pigs' music, which makes the smoke move which upsets the pigs? Spider: No, it
out the pigs' music Spider: You see if we understood it, maybe we could help the pigs understand John: Nah, the problem with that is you think the pigs
war pigs of the power Hand of god has struck the hour Day of judgement, god is calling On their knees, the war pigs crawling Begging mercy for their
come down don't like the look of it don't like the taste of it don't like the smell of it I want to watch it come down all the pigs are all lined up
come down Don't like the look of it don't like the taste of it don't like the smell of it I want to watch it come down All the pigs are all lined up
