Pigs
This pig, that pig,
i could swear their all the same.
Run a mock with the swell,
chew on fat and marrow.
Their bringing us down,
'coz they've been around they think they run this town.
Viva la revolution,
cut your hamstrings loosen, run.
Father rushes up to the sizzleing smoke,
pickles the hearts that make us choke,
squeal pig squeal,
squeal pig squeal,
squeal pig squeal ah...
Cerdos
Este cerdo, aquel cerdo,
i podría jurar que son todos iguales.
Corren desenfrenados con la hinchazón,
mastican grasa y tuétano.
Nos están derribando,
porque han estado aquí creen que controlan esta ciudad.
Viva la revolución,
corta tus tendones, suéltate, corre.
Padre se apresura hacia el humo chisporroteante,
enfrasca los corazones que nos hacen ahogar,
chilla cerdo chilla,
chilla cerdo chilla,
chilla cerdo chilla ah...