Flies Have Their House Death in June
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[Verse 1]
There's a pox upon Blackheath
And it isn't far beneath
Where three piggies choose to lie
Fly-blown piggies choose to cry
Every grabbin' mother needs
To see how those piggies feed
Their heads buried in the trough
40% was never enough
[Chorus]
Piggie, Piggie, pay me
Schweinhund Piggie, pay me
Fly-blown Piggie, pay me
Or you will have no sty
[Verse 2]
Build their houses, pay taxes too
Petit bourgeois through and through
I do want to and I will if I have to
Ruin more than two calls could ever do
Not sure whether to laugh or cry?
I'll make your mind up: weep
Not sure whether to live or die?
I'll prepare your slaughter, sheep
There's a pox upon Blackheath
And it isn't far beneath
Where three piggies choose to lie
Fly-blown piggies choose to cry
Every grabbin' mother needs
To see how those piggies feed
Their heads buried in the trough
40% was never enough
[Chorus]
Piggie, Piggie, pay me
Schweinhund Piggie, pay me
Fly-blown Piggie, pay me
Or you will have no sty
[Verse 2]
Build their houses, pay taxes too
Petit bourgeois through and through
I do want to and I will if I have to
Ruin more than two calls could ever do
Not sure whether to laugh or cry?
I'll make your mind up: weep
Not sure whether to live or die?
I'll prepare your slaughter, sheep
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