Pigs

all my friends have different names
all my pleasures have secret shames
every rule plays a different game
and only God knows the error of my ways

spin around and squeeze the vice
flip the coin and throw the dice
bring this to life and convince yourself
the money's right to justify

another whore for the voters
plot and pick your names and delegations
burn the righteous and reward the sinners
the strategy of propagation

spit the words of a book
no more real to you than the love
you claim for your child
another pig to sloth in the filth
of a country's political disease

dear, mister senator
it's time you found out
your little princess
is my little sl*t
there's no need to vote anymore

spin around and squeeze the vice
swallow or you'll have to do it twice
close your eyes and throw the dice
by the end of this there'll be no need to justify
another Christ to crucify
you worthless pig
you fucking pig

flip the coin and accept the fate
pray for the one to ease the hate
with a bullet through the brain
of a pig, gone insane