As the poor watch the poor in high-def television
Fraud the system
We are the cursed generation, take back the nation
Try and stop me, don't even know the half of it
Marching in opposite directions
As the heel of your boot kicks up dust
Spin round and draw
We'll see which one of us cocks and shoots first
I'm ahead of my time
Pleasure for the guilty
See no, hear no, speak so filthy for me
Dance, run, jump, sing
Crooked fingers hold us, puppets on our puppet strings, and-
Fe Fi Fo Fum
I smell the blood of an Englishman!
Pigs!
Our life's on the line!
In this country of mine
The sun burns but yet refuses to shine
Pigs!
Pigs we are!
Fuck when you walk, fuck when you talk
It's not wrong, it just pisses me off
Be my, be my, be my, be my, little piggy in distress
There's no end in sight
Keep talking that talk as I lock up the pig pen
Split up in opposite directions as they pander the streets in the cold
Now their shoes have got holes
The dole office closed he's sanctioned again
Everyone knows that we are
Pigs, pigs, pigs, pigs we are
Pigs, pigs, pigs, pigs we are
Fe Fi Fo Fum
I smell the blood of a partisan!
Pigs!
Our life's on the line!
In this country of mine
The sun burns but yet refuses to shine
Pigs!
Pigs we are!
Fuck when you walk, fuck when you talk
It's not wrong, it just pisses me off
Back to basics, back to the roots
Back to square one, back to reality
Back to basics, back to the roots
Back to square one, back to reality
Back to basics, back to the roots
Back to square one, back to reality
Back to basics, back to the roots
Back to square one-
Back to square one!
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Pigs!
Our life's on the line!
In this country of mine
The sun burns but yet refuses to shine
Pigs!
Pigs we are!
Fuck when you walk, fuck when you talk
It's not wrong it just pisses me off
La, la la, la la
La, la la, la la
Pigs!
Pigs!
Pigs!
Pigs we are!