you new world pigs
full sprint to the abattoir
new world pigs
your head in a fucking trough
aligned with something wrong
warped sense of what is free
a blurred and twisted line
between conqueror and conqueree
they got a mouth full of stolen cigs
you better make way
make way for the new world pigs
they're lining up at all your gigs
you better make way
make way for the new world pigs
muddy and pink
they squeal in epic want
these new world pigs
got an x between their eyes
doomed from birth
listen to them brae and wine
drunk on avarice
the sad and noble swine
they got a mouth full of stolen cigs
you better make way
make way for the new world pigs
they were raised on oysters and figs
you better make way
make way for the new world pigs
you new world pigs
full sprint to the abattoir
new world pigs
your head in a fucking trough
hear them say
the stark and simple truth
a never ending era
ruled by the clove and hoof