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On the Slaughterfront lyrics
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Artist: Pig lyrics Album: Pigmata Year: 2005 Title: On the Slaughterfront |
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Lyrics to On the Slaughterfront :
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
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