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Cowboys go to the saloon

Sit to the schank and

Drink beer, rum and whiskey

Praying for trouble, looking for a pussy

Little whores, come to us

Don't wanna talk, just wanna f**k

Show me your ace, I got the spades

We are the bloody pigs, blowing off your wigs

No control, no shelter for you motherfucker!

The door opens into this shitty place

Enter sheriff with his ugly face

»We like it quiet here!«

»Any problems mister? I kick your ass!«

A chair in the air, a bottle in your head

You're lying through your teeth

Big men flying over the tables

Broken bones, bleeding mouth

Crush, destroy!

We are the bloody pigs, blowing off your wigs

No control, no shelter for you motherfucker!