| Fine swine, wish you were mine
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| Bite the apple of my eye
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| This little piggy never made it home
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| Helter skelter, run for shelter
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| Can’t escape the boiling swelter
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| Beat you like the dog that you are
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| Oh, I could kill you if I wanted
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| Kill you with my own two hands
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| Oh, I’m so happy I could kill you
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| Kill you like a sacrificial lamb
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| Because you, you are nothing but an animal
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| With a branding iron on your back
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| A sight so obscene, a sight so absurd
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| So many ways to skin a cat
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| All cut up All cut up Everything tastes better now
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| My hands, these tools, the fatted cow
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| The swine, the wine, the coming feast
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| Your Jesus Christ has canine teeth
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| Fine swine, wish you were mine
|
| Bite the apple of my eye
|
| This little piggy never made it home
|
| Helter skelter, run for shelter
|
| Can’t escape the boiling swelter
|
| Beat you like the dog that you are
|
| Because you, you are nothing but an animal
|
| With a branding iron on your back
|
| A sight so obscene, a sight so absurd
|
| So many ways to skin a cat
|
| All cut up All cut up Everything tastes better now
|
| My hands, these tools, the fatted cow
|
| The swine, the wine, the coming feast
|
| Your Jesus Christ has canine teeth |