Paroles de Lords Of The Sties
Eins, zwei, drei, vierWilkommen aus Markthalle fá¼r Schweine
Alle Schweinen mu០sterben
From the Olympic City we will cast
Our runic charms, our charms that last
Enough for Picadilly, enough to make them pay
Enough for pigs to disappear in every way
Remember piggies:
A threat for a threat
And a blow for a blow
A strike for a strike
As above, so below
Your puerile words mean nothing to me
Your traitor trotters teeter totter, scurry
For all pigs must die
Your being is a lie
Enough for pigs to disappear in every way
Remember piggies:
A threat for a threat
And a blow for a blow
A strike for a strike
As above, so below
Your puerile words mean nothing to me
Your traitor trotters teeter totter, scurry
For all pigs must die
Your being is a lie
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