SOOOIEEE...
CHORUS 1:
NECESSARY
UNCOMPLICATED
AND WHEN THE HOGS ARE CALLED TO ME THE SLAUGHTER IS UNREAL...
APOCRISIARY
CHRISTENED IN THE SLOP
AND WHEN I CALL THE HOGS TO ME THE SLAUGHTER IS UNREAL...
VERSE 1:
In nature you have the bore and swineherd.
Shepherd as I may be I am still amongst the trough ruck.
I will cannibalize, silence piglet squeals, to make way for my own flowering glut...
CHORUS 2:
NECESSARY
UNCOMPLICATED
AND WHEN I CALL THE HOGS TO ME THE SLAUGHTER IS UNREAL...
VERSE 2:
Unyielding is the impulse to beggar thy neighbor.
To consume, with ravenous hunger, the putrid remains
Of the sow's womb that drops and sours land laid out for hog d******,
Engorging the dog bays...
BRIDGE:
(Now beyond the metaphor)
MY HATRED FOR MANKIND STEMS NOT FROM SELF INDUCED SELF-CENTEREDNESS...
BUT RATHER FROM A LIFE-INDUCED, WELL BALANCED, SENSE OF BITTERNESS...
(But there is no illusion that...)
SNOUT-NOSED AND CLOVEN-HOOFED I COME TO THE HARVESTER'S CALL:
Sooiee...
Sooiee...
Sooiee...
SNOUT-NOSED AND CLOVEN-HOOFED I, AS THE HARVESTER, CALL:
Sooiee...
Sooiee...
Sooiee...
VERSE 3:
f*** the phylum, I'll keep my tusks and genitals
While the castrated ones sift and devolve.
But my b**** leave me as easily beguiled by guttural sounds of rustic greed...
(As all others...)
It's necessary
Uncomplicated
It's natural
IT'S ANARCHY...
CHORUS 1:
NECESSARY
UNCOMPLICATED
AND WHEN THE HOGS ARE CALLED TO ME THE SLAUGHTER IS UNREAL...
APOCRISIARY
CHRISTENED IN THE SLOP
AND WHEN I CALL THE HOGS TO ME THE SLAUGHTER IS UNREAL...
VERSE 1:
In nature you have the bore and swineherd.
Shepherd as I may be I am still amongst the trough ruck.
I will cannibalize, silence piglet squeals, to make way for my own flowering glut...
CHORUS 2:
NECESSARY
UNCOMPLICATED
AND WHEN I CALL THE HOGS TO ME THE SLAUGHTER IS UNREAL...
VERSE 2:
Unyielding is the impulse to beggar thy neighbor.
To consume, with ravenous hunger, the putrid remains
Of the sow's womb that drops and sours land laid out for hog d******,
Engorging the dog bays...
BRIDGE:
(Now beyond the metaphor)
MY HATRED FOR MANKIND STEMS NOT FROM SELF INDUCED SELF-CENTEREDNESS...
BUT RATHER FROM A LIFE-INDUCED, WELL BALANCED, SENSE OF BITTERNESS...
(But there is no illusion that...)
SNOUT-NOSED AND CLOVEN-HOOFED I COME TO THE HARVESTER'S CALL:
Sooiee...
Sooiee...
Sooiee...
SNOUT-NOSED AND CLOVEN-HOOFED I, AS THE HARVESTER, CALL:
Sooiee...
Sooiee...
Sooiee...
VERSE 3:
f*** the phylum, I'll keep my tusks and genitals
While the castrated ones sift and devolve.
But my b**** leave me as easily beguiled by guttural sounds of rustic greed...
(As all others...)
It's necessary
Uncomplicated
It's natural
IT'S ANARCHY...