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Pigs

Pigs pigs they all stand in line waiting on the feast Your soul or mine, Politicians,police and priests everyone's there with Their forks and knives Royalty from afar come to gorge upon the land With bombs and bullets in their hands Bodies dripping their feast is flesh destroying and raping They cannot stop they keep on devouring until the last drop Beware Dr Death he's in on the scene creeping and crawling keep Everything clean, He won't stop until your standing in line 3 pills 4 Take one at a time Stand up walk away don't entertain the grime take hold of your soul Don't stand in line.

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