Woorden:
Pig Praise The Lard

Well I'm the prim faced mealy mouthed political Chiseler the lack luster loser With the selfish streak The oldest strongest vilest longest I just masticate

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

I hear the dog barking tonight The first foot forward is the right The blood in the sands and the broken crutch The blood on my hands - whose magic touch