"This is a story about 3 little piggies. 3 little piggies who never went to market, especially on a Friday afternoon when they stayed at home and let other people bring home the bacon. And they still do! But the rashers get thinner and thinner, and life's knives get sharper and sharper..." This milchcow has given its last pound of flesh Their coffers, once full, will be emptiness A curse for a night time, a curse for a lifetime 3 months have gone, and 6 months are due-time Threatening squeals, it's shut up and pay time For three little piggies, wither and decay time Happy greet, happy meat, but better happy to goodbye time The 3 months have gone, it's 6 months to pay time As we have seen the Guilty have no Pride But, their lies do lead to their own suicide. This milchcow has given it's last pound of flesh Young coffins will fill their hearts' emptiness. Now you have seen, I can't help but grin My angels are coming from deep within! Now you have heard, I can't help but grin My demons are coming from deep within! Die piggie, die... bye bye!