Can't move
Can't run
Can't hide
Can't fly
Can't move
Can't run
Can't hide
Can't fly
Can't run
Can't fly
That's how pigs squeal
Before they are a meal
Suspended by a leg
Big knife blinks in hand
Cutting down trough the neck
Blood drips on your face
Try to run away
Cause your turn is next
Is it right or is it wrong
Looking at it feeling right
Is it right or is it wrong
Eating tortured animals
Is it right or is it wrong
Cooking tasty venison
Is it right or is it wrong
Eating meat for dinner time
Thrown alive to boiling water
Hoofs pounding the metal cauldron wall
Your skin is burning you are melting
All fur falling from burnt skin to the bone
Your own fur drifting blinding eyes
Trying to breathe but hot water blocks your lungs
Drinking yourself vomiting blood
Moves go slower you begin to drown
Last convulsions till the end
Next pig, next pig, next pig
Next pig, next pig, next pig
Hoofs pounding the metal cauldron wall
Your skin is burning you are melting
All fur falling from burnt skin to the bone
Your own fur drifting blinding eyes
Trying to breathe but hot water blocks your lungs
Drinking yourself vomiting blood
Moves go slower you begin to drown
Last convulsions till the end
That's how pigs squeal
Rhetorically asking...