Off the Bone - King Parrot

Sliced off the bone

Corpse pig forever remembered

Hooked by the throat and the groin

The pig’s on spit roast unsevered

Tied up and held down with barbed wire in uniform

Dead in a bin

Hung by a rope

There’s blood in her eyes

If pigs were like goats

They wouldn’t remember forever

Tied up and held down with barbed wire in uniform

Dead in a bin

Hung by a rope

There’s blood in her eyes

Filling the throat

If pigs were like goats they would not remember

Amnesie the key for excusing dismember

You won’t see me in jail, but I’ll meet you in hell