Night Of The Pigs (Galactic Zoo Dossier)

Grunting through our slime
Truncheons beating death´s time
On a wave of red flesh foam
We drive our riteous message home

This is the gig to and all gigs
This is the night of the pigs

Grunt snarl boot in the door
Handcuffs lie face down on the floor
Plant it easy for the dog
You take the bathroom, I´ll take the bog

This is the gig to and all gigs
This is the night of the pigs