In The Land Of The Pig The Butcher Is King

Look at them now
 What do they want
 And what do they do
 Now, nothing at all
 They all live on so aimlessly
 But what do they know
 What do they think
 And who do they tell
 Well, no one at all
 Their lives are purely meaningless
 While we are busy being blessed
 With all that we can take and pocket
 No one needs to know
 We're the plug and they're the socket
 Give us the juice and we'll glow
 Can't you hear the choir now
 Listen to the animals sing
 Can't you hear the slaughterhouse bells
 In the land of the pig
 The butcher is king
 In the land of the pig
 The butcher is king
 Can't you hear the choir now
 Listen to the marketplace sing
 Can't you hear the slaughter house bells
 In the land of the pig
 The butcher is king
 In the land of the pig
 The butcher is king
 How do they seem?
 Their lives are all so tawdry
 But they're nothing but trash
 And we're the biggest trash collectors
 What d'you expect?
 They got no standards perfect for us
 We lower the bar
 And we'll open up pandora's box
 Pandora gave us keys and locks and
 They're the victims
 Waiting for their mugger
 Come to the confessional
 So I can tell you all to bugger off
 No time like now
 Can't you hear the choir now
 Listen to the abattoirs sing
 Can't you hear the slaughterhouse bells
 In the land of the pig
 The butcher is king
 In the land of the pig
 The butcher is king
 Can't you hear the choir now
 Listen to the chosen one sing
 Can't you hear the slaughter house bells
 In the land of the pig
 The butcher is king
 In the land of the pig
 The butcher is king