Pig The Blood-slicked Highway
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 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 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
