Well I'm a pig charmer, lie in filth getting off
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I make my bed in a wallow, lackey, fill my trough
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Digging through garbage bubble fried a pork rind
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I pick and save all my scabs to serve up dinner time
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And I say welcome to my sty
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Throw my shoe, turn the light out
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Come on in, get high
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Don't mind the piss-filled bottles
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Hack and cough, I write
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Peppered walls I spit out
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And my future looks bright... swelter geek inside
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Way past halitosis, Mr. Yuk Mouth I slay
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It turns out he's a big pussy, Satan hoof had its way
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Two months no shower, cigarette methane fog
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And if you ever need it I gave mean horse hog
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And I say welcome to my sty
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Throw my shoe, turn the light out
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Come on in, get high
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Don't mind the piss-filled bottles
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Hack and cough, I write
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Peppered walls I spit out
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And my future looks bright... pretty sure I'm gonna fry
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This time I hope I'm wrong, not right
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Man I don't really want to die
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Pretty sure I'm gonna fry
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And I don't really want to die
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Pretty sure I'm gonna fry
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And my future looks bright
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Well I'm a pig charmer, lie in filth getting off
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I make my bed in a wallow, lackey, fill my trough
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Digging through garbage bubble fried a pork rind
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I pick and save all my scabs to serve up dinner time
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And I say welcome to my sty
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Throw my shoe, turn the light out
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Come on in, get high
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Don't mind the piss-filled bottles
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Hack and cough, I write
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Peppered walls I spit out
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And my future looks bright... pretty sure I'm gonna fry
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Man I don't really want to die
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Pretty sure I'm gonna fry
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Man I don't really want to die
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Oh fuck I think I'm gonna fry
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I really think I'm gonna fry
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Really sure I'm gonna fry
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Now I know I'm gonna fry...
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Pig Charmer
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Jerry Cantrell |