On the Slaughterfront - Pig Lyrics








Get your PVCs around your knees

I'm the pig

I'm the preacher

Get dirty, I'll teach you

Throw your pearls before this swine

Loose lips melted mine

Vicious, vivid, Venus fine

Sumptuous joy, so sublime

I've toured, whored, been ignored

Gorged, sucked, and fucked some more

I cut a little deeper, never felt cheaper

Hold me slowly, almost felt holy

Way down, baby, get out of my hole

Screaming for a guy to take control

I'm dressing, caressing, leavin', believin'

Forget it, regret it, please



I need a little foreplay

I need a little more pay

I need a little flashback

I need a little cash back

I got the beauty, she's my beast

Looks like a leper but she's my priest

The closer we go

I'm getting tired, my death's too slow



My deed is where the dirt is

My home is where the hurt is

Baptized in a sewer of swine

Capsized in the chaos of crime

You're appealing, I'm appalling

I keep weepin', I keep crawlin'

This wedlock is my deadlock

Ripped so wide, there's nothing inside

And I sold out years ago

Living lower than the belly of a rattlesnake

I dress each day with the finest

Got a a shit-filled grin to kiss your face

Lick your body from toe to head

Where it always leads to your silken bed

Kiss my lover's severed head

Thank the lord for my daily bread



I need a little foreplay

I need a little more pay

I need a little flashback

I need a little cash back

I got the beauty, she's my beast

Looks like a leper but she's my priest

The closer we go

I'm getting tired, my death's too slow



No balls, no brains

Just a bunch of broken veins

I'll fuck all you hogs

Suck all you harlots

I'm the last, the pig of starlets

Lets rid it for a reason nothin' to the wise

Sweatin' for a high that your ass can't buy

Your ass can't buy



I need a little foreplay

I need a little more pay

I need a little flashback

I need a little cash back

I got the beauty, she's my beast

Looks like a leper but she's my priest

The closer we go

I'm getting tired, my death's too slow



I dig my toes into the numbness of your life

I leave my foes behind the dumbness of your knife

Told you before, every hole's a goal

Now you ignore, you're outta control

You messed up, now you better fess up



I need a little foreplay

I need a little more pay

I need a little flashback

I need a little cash back

I got the beauty, she's my beast

Looks like a leper but she's my priest

The closer we go

I'm getting tired, my death's too slow



On the Slaughterfront lyrics !!!