Pigs For Slaughter Songtext / Lyric

They shot innocent 5 year old kid

murdered him in his bed

They beat folk with their truncheons

in the cells till they're dead

Humiliate and strip search you

as a matter of routine

Beat you up behind closed doors

and laugh at your screams






Were taking no more

Were booting down the door

Pigs Pigs Pigs for slaughter At the Edinburgh Punx picnic

They were the cause of more grief

While a couple held a young punk down

a third smashed out his front teeth

paid thugs, covards and bullies

They're totally out of hand

so now it's up to you and I

were get to make our stand



Were taking no more

Were booting down the door

Pigs Pigs Pigs for slaughter They shot a woman minding her own business

Now wheelchair-bound for life

They try to break your spirit with interrogation

misters nasty and nice

But though they torture and beat you

Don't let the spirit be shaken

Just remember that todays Pig

is tomorrows BACON!



Were taking no more

Were booting down the door

Pigs Pigs Pigs for slaughter

(Put the Pigs to the slaughter!)