Dirty Pigs:
I feel the pigs watch me as I pass through the field
They’re hungry and want me to bring them something
They’ll eat anything
Dirty pigs
Every step I take, I hear squeals from their pen
The group of pigs begin to squeal louder as I walk away
They know that I’ll eventually give into their cries
Dirty pigs
I stop and turn around
When I look toward the pigs
I only see dirty men
With malicious smiles
Spread across their faces.