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and night feed off humanity
Scraping by on the remnants of life
No cure no hope no way to change
Paper bags filled with liquid love

No reason to live
the pigology of self
Pink skin terror and wealth, just hogging shit up for self

Rolled up on a pig named swine
A brown skinned pig convinced him they was one
(guitar)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Ed mann (percussion)
David ocker (clarinet, bass clarinet)
Motorhead sherwood (tenor saxophone, vocals)
of greggery peccary!

Oh, here comes greggery,
Little grecgery peccary
The nocturnal gregarious
Wild swine

A peccary
Is a little pig
With a white collar
That
there with my nappy hair and my dirty gear, aw yeah 
Now I'm up outta here 
Pigs look me up and down with a frown 
Is it 'cause I'm brown or is it I'm
there with my nappy hair and my dirty gear, aw yeah 
Now I'm up outta here 
Pigs look me up and down with a frown 
Is it 'cause I'm brown or is it I'm
there with my nappy hair and my dirty gear, aw yeah 
Now I'm up outta here 
Pigs look me up and down with a frown 
Is it 'cause I'm brown or is it I'm
there with my nappy hair and my dirty gear, awww yeah
Now I'm up outta here
Pigs look me up and down with a frown
Is it 'cause I'm brown or is it niggaz
there with my nappy hair and my dirty gear, aw yeah 
Now I'm up outta here 
Pigs look me up and down with a frown 
Is it 'cause I'm brown or is it I'm
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
there with my nappy hair and my dirty gear, aw yeah 
Now I'm up outta here 
Pigs look me up and down with a frown 
Is it 'cause I'm brown or is it I'm
Time"

"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot." 

"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
Hey hit this motherfucker
Hit that shit, hit that bitch
It's 4:20.. 
We got love.. 
Is this motherfucker on?

At night I can't sleep, I toss
of Crooklyn, type Saturday night
The gear the god was rocking type way out of sight
Limping past the projects
Seen my man, a'ight
Steelo type fat, solar type
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats 
But just livin' in tha city is a serious task 
Didn't know what cops wanted, din't have time to ask
Cutties checking out the cars that we roll
Black candy with the rims with the booms and the gold
Here comes the pigs, turn it down they're getting nearer
high, watching Fargo
A lady cop and some hit men
A quarterback that coke like Big Ben
To a bunch of a dirty niggas like Pig Pen
No Charlie Brown
high, watching Fargo
A lady cop and some hit men
A quarterback that coke like Big Ben
To a bunch of a dirty niggas like Pig Pen
No Charlie Brown
Or a matter of give or take and break burning elevation
Ignite the flight by higher learning, concerning
Granting you abilities like think  
Motions first
ever want to see
Big brown eyes and her hair was just as curly as it want to be
She was her parent's pride and joy
And at the age 14 she was chased by
then that pig'll be vicious
Cause every hispanic at night is suspicious
I'm thinkin' to my mind that I can hardly bare it
I heard 'Fuck the Police',
knucklehead with me
My man J.J. Brown
On some bully shit
Bringin heat on the beats
stuffin nerdy niggas in lockers

[Verse 1]
Give me a beat and listen
business
Magnificent, intimate, in it with, in a minute, gonna be in a nicks
In it with a gig, big fat heads like eggs Benedict
Pigs lick shit, rip with
eggs Benedict
Pigs lick shit, rip with words in a bismol energy
It's time I society beats release

Inner breathlessness, outer restlessness
By
shots just for fun
Till that faithfull night
The pigs busted in my residence
And took my bitch and fucked her as some murder evidence
She innocent