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Listen to the horn blow,

Up against the night glow

Someone left the bodies in the garden

Of the war show

Dig a grave or foxhole, pile up the dead souls

Someone saw the bodies, call damage control

Better get to know my name,

Better get to know my game

The big celebration is getting me high

Feel the sensation of just getting by

Don't know the answer, but I know the game

Treat them well/Give them hell/Buy and sell

Welcome to the rodeo-Pig

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Better get to know my name

Better get to know my game

None ye business where I dig,

I'm a pig, I'm a pig, I'm a pig, pig, pig

Filling out the blank check,

Ready on the flight deck

Pack in the munitions for a full-blown-total-wreck

Filling in the black hole, counting up the death toll,

Someone hung a body on the public opinion poll

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They do what they want to do, got hand over you

And all the dreams of what you were gone by,

So tell it to the wall, it doesn't hear you after all

And all the dreams of what you want will fly,

When pigs fly