Lyrics:FLIES HAVE THEIR HOUSE

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 * All pigs must die

There's a pox upon Blackheath

and it isn't far beneath

Where 3 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.

Piggie Piggie pay me

Schweinhund Piggie pay me

Fly-blown Piggie pay me

Or you will have no sty.

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!

Piggie Piggie pay me

Schweinhund Piggie pay me

Fly-blown Piggie pay me

Or you will have no sty.

Every grabbin' mother needs

To see how 3 piggies feed

Their heads buried in the trough

50% was never enough

There's a pox upon Blackheath

and it isn't far beneath

Where 3 piggies choose to lie

fly-blown piggies choose to die.

I'll pick up my burden

Ritually protect my heart

I'll pick up my burden

Let the hating start

Life's too short to live defiled

Life is precious so I'll live life proud

I'm blessed and guided thru eternity

I'll confront my burden and set me free