There was someone in Leicester who got stabbed in a club with, like, a syringe full of AIDS blood...
. Jack ass punks are a bore. Those sell out fucks are all whores. Skinheads ain't working class. They're just a pain in the ass. Generation of swine
You carry the loyalty of dogs so you shall be led to the slaughter as swim It all seemed so real in your whispers Adorned with the best of intentions
get outta my face We're the generation swine Don't need your lip Your ignorance, we're the generation Always on the run new sensation Wanna go insane, gonna go insane We're the generation swine
seconds are ticking and time's slowly slipping away, yeah Th stakes getting higher, fight fire with fire again [Chorus:] Casting pearls before the swine
All along the cold and gross canal The gray-walled dwarf leaps high Dwelling dark victorious Silent with a cry Morning, morning On the ledge the leper
Drop out with me, just live your life behind your eyes Your own skies, your own tomorrows Don't you worry now, don't you worry Whole world's in too big
(Robert Ellis Orrall/Bob Regan) In my daddy's yard There's a worn out wooden swing So I asked him once What's the story with that thing He said "That
to the nines And I tell you there will be no mercy for swine There will be no mercy There will be no mercy There will be no mercy for a swine Well
stench wont die! In bloody piles of swine-my god, the stench! Blistered and cauterized-stench of burnt flesh! Of bovine and swine-and sapien rinds
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, he started with the arts I got much much better things, to do with my time Than to worry about the green eggs and swine Try them, the green eggs and swine
strength Like, Do you got what it takes to know yourself To kill the universe You try to twist into a curse? True flesh of a swine fattened on her brood
that's what you like Somebody said, I'm in for the fight It ain't mine if that's alright I ain't trading pigs for a swine Ain't trading pigs for a swine
the devils in their eyes Laughing, the blood has long been dried To hide in your disguise it goes on and on and on Wallow, pearls before swine If the
my last limb Stuck in the mainstream pseudo dude You are on your last limb, You're on your last limb The day I die will mean nothing to you The days of swine
eating from the trough again stuffing his mouth with glory biting the hands that feeds him because he thinks he's worthy absorbed in his deceit the
father Holding hands down on our knees? Are we better off just fighting? You on your side, me on mine Are the words that eye keep writing Only pearls B4 the swine
