| Night of the Pigs |
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| Stomping through our own minds |
| Guitars beating death’s time |
| On a wave of red flesh foam |
| We drive our righteous message home |
| This is the gig to end all gigs |
| This is the night of the pigs |
| Grunt snarl boot in the door |
| Handcuffs lie face down on the floor |
| Plant it easy for the dog |
| You take the bathroom, I’ll take the bog |
| This is the gig to end all gigs |
| This is the night of the pigs |
