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Pig
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One meatballWithout the gravyOne meatballOr nothing at allOne meatballWithout the gravyOne meatballOr nothing at allOh fairest bulletOf the bullet raceHow sweet thou artAnd what a tasteOh my sweet lardI see you make hasteYour fists are looking fullAnd theres blood on your faceWheres the breadDown the hallYou get no bread with one meatballWe belong togetherLike bacon and hamWe belong togetherLike faking and shamOld daddy wolfHe does the cuttingPut a weasel in the coopThat devil left nothingBreak the breadBicker and brawlStir dont shake your highballIve wrung every dropFrom the truth that comes out of meMilked you dry on lies and dishonestyTheres a stain on the shrineA nail for each crimeDown home deliciousHoned down viciousVultures lying in wait with the guiltBy a hot wet river laden with siltTheres many a slipBetween cup and lipDown in the pig ironWith the shaven ravenDragged kicking and screaming toldYou aint worth savingThe light of this lifeIs a stanley knifeIve bled myself dryIm my own parasiteWheres the breadDown the hallYou get no bread with one meatballMy heroine is heartbreakA two-timing liarShe made me sweat fuel for my funeral pyreA foul belle shes foul mouthedFingered on the triggerTrigger on the lipWheres the breadDown the hallYou get no bread with one meatballIf you get to heaven before I doMake a little holeAnd pull me through
