They're on the ground, not moving
The words on the wall, are of revelations
They they died in their ways
Because hate is love and love is
This is 1969, this is the year that all pigs die
There, there, on the ground
1-2-3, little piggy squealing
Acid is groovy, kill the pigs
I would like to carve the word "pig"
On your dying breath
Save your unborn child
From this hell on Earth
You hear that pig?
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