Burn Pigs Burn

I'm painting you And all the ugly things you do You're holding a machete Your mustache makes your arms too long Goddamn - I got a memory Yeah, man, I got a family I'll see your face in the closet Cold cocked in the dark and left for dead Burn pigs burn, man You'll learn pigs learn, yea Gonna kick into your pumpkin Gonna put you on a mailing list I'm peeling out in your garden You better go and count your kids Fuck yeah I got a piano wire Yeah man, I'm gonna build a fire Gonna follow you down to the park And gonna throw your shoes in the kite eating tree