Pig's Portrait Lyrics

Network Pig's Portrait

Hands bound (Baby it's you).
Tongues tied (And the choice is gone).
Hands bound (Baby it's you).
Tongues tied (And the choice is gone).
What the f..ck do you want from us?!
It's time to fill their lungs with gunpowder, and offer
them a light.
Don't give them their last words.
Don't give...
don't give them their last good-byes.
Give us your location and a list of all your lies.

Your lies have found their way (a falling angel) into
complacency.
Hands bound (Baby it's you).
Tongues tied (And the choice is gone).
Hands bound (Baby it's you).
Tongues tied (And the choice is gone).
Let's hold hands and share some blood.
Let's hold hands and share some blood.
Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood! Blood!
What the f..ck do you want from us?!
It's time to fill their lungs with gunpowder.
This is your, this is your pig's portrait, pig's
portrait.
This is your pig's portrait.
This is your pig's portrait.