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Flies Have Their HouseThere's a pox upon Blackheathand it isn't far beneath Where three piggies choose to lie Fly-blown piggies choose to cry Every grabbin' mother needs To see how those piggies feed Their heads buried in the trough Forty per cent was never enough Piggie Piggie pay me Schweinhund Piggie pay me Fly-blown Piggie pay me Or you will have no sty Build their houses, pay taxes too Petit bourgeois through and through I do want to and I will if I have to Ruin more than two calls could ever do Not sure whether to laugh or cry? I'll make your mind up: weep! Not sure whether to live or die? I'll prepare your slaughter, sheep! Piggie Piggie pay me Schweinhund Piggie pay me Fly-blown Piggie pay me Or you will have no sty Every grabbin' mother needs To see how three piggies feed Their heads buried in the trough Fifty per cent was never enough There's a pox upon Blackheath and it isn't far beneath Where three piggies choose to lie Fly-blown piggies choose to die I'll pick up my burden Ritually protect my heart I'll pick up my burden Let the hating start Life's too short to live defiled Life is precious so I'll live life proud I'm blessed and guided thru eternity I'll confront my burden and set me free |