| There gonna be a big big fuss
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| And a whole lot of pork
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| When the love pigs get here
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| They’re going to be poking at us
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| With a bloody pitchfork
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| When the love pigs get here
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| There gonna be a big disaster
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| On the network news
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| When my animal sits here
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| And they’re gonna crucify ya
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| When you finally chose
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| Who the loser is here
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| But all this talkin' don’t add up to much
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| You shouldn’t be walkin'
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| Ride your bike like the Dutch
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| Gonna be a one-eyed Jack
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| And a two-headed dog
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| At the radio station
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| There gonna be three amigos
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| And a four alarm fire
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| At the radio station
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| There gonna be a whole lotta shakin'
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| On the floor tonight
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| At the United Nations
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| Oh and I’ll piss on your grave
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| And see you in hell
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| If you get the invitation
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| Cause I can’t think straight when I step in the light
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| Cause my head can’t wait for your love tonight
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| Cause I can’t think straight when I step in the light
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| Cause my head can’t wait for your love tonight
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| Gonna be a repetition
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| Of the same old thing
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| When the white kids get here
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| There gonna be a swift beheading
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| Of the king and queen
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| When the white kids get here
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| They’re gonna bottle me up
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| And hose me down
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| When I lose my wits here
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| And they’re gonna disinfect-ah
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| The entire town
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| When the love pigs shit here
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| Cause I can’t think straight when I step in the light
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| Cause my head can’t wait for your love tonight
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| Cause I can’t think straight when I step in the light
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| Cause my head can’t wait for your love tonight |