| Song | I Love the Pigs |
| Artist | GWAR |
| Album | Beyond Hell |
| 作词 : GWAR | |
| We stand before the gates of | |
| Hell Smeared with filthy bacon smell | |
| Not all cops are pigs | |
| Some of them are dicks | |
| It is their duty to beat you... ...with a | |
| BIG FUCKIN | |
| G STICK! I | |
| LOVE THE P | |
| IGS!!!! The cheap allure | |
| Of human manure | |
| You busted her for junk | |
| And soon your dashboard, | |
| Was spackled with spunk | |
| You stopped for a bit | |
| But you couldn't quit | |
| I love the pigs, | |
| I love the pigs, love the pigs | |
| You killed and killed again, | |
| And got away with it | |
| The body count rose, yet, | |
| Yet, still | |
| I craved more | |
| Fighting just crime had become such a bore | |
| That one magic night when | |
| I raped with a mop... | |
| That sure got 'round the shop! ' | |
| Til an AK took my head off | |
| In a drug deal gone way wrong | |
| By some weird | |
| Asian dude | |
| That they called | |
| Knobby Tong | |
| Still they called it suicide... | |
| At the funeral the | |
| Sgt. cried... | |
| You stopped for a bit | |
| But you couldn't quit | |
| I love the pigs, | |
| I love the pigs, love the pigs | |
| You killed and killed again, | |
| And got away with it | |
| You wanted to do right... | |
| But right, it felt so wrong... | |
| The filthy streets ate your soul | |
| That's how you wound up | |
| Deep in this hole. | |
| See them in their grandeur | |
| White Knights of the | |
| Realm They are all my children... | |
| Follow me to hell...follow me to hell! | |
| Then Satan smiled upon you | |
| You became a god | |
| It became your resurrection | |
| Undeath of the damned | |
| Resplendent in his harness | |
| His flanks are flecked in seed | |
| Cybernetic knucklehead | |
| Centurion of greed | |
| You stopped for a bit | |
| But you couldn't quit | |
| I love the pigs, | |
| I love the pigs, love the pigs | |
| You killed and killed again, | |
| And got away with it | |
| They combined a man with a hog | |
| Then they sewed on the dick of a dog | |
| Good with a club, but not a great shot... | |
| I guess even hell needs a cop... | |
| Renegade cops who as priests wield their clubs and their guns | |
| They get to have all the fun! |
| zuò cí : GWAR | |
| We stand before the gates of | |
| Hell Smeared with filthy bacon smell | |
| Not all cops are pigs | |
| Some of them are dicks | |
| It is their duty to beat you... ... with a | |
| BIG FUCKIN | |
| G STICK! I | |
| LOVE THE P | |
| IGS!!!! The cheap allure | |
| Of human manure | |
| You busted her for junk | |
| And soon your dashboard, | |
| Was spackled with spunk | |
| You stopped for a bit | |
| But you couldn' t quit | |
| I love the pigs, | |
| I love the pigs, love the pigs | |
| You killed and killed again, | |
| And got away with it | |
| The body count rose, yet, | |
| Yet, still | |
| I craved more | |
| Fighting just crime had become such a bore | |
| That one magic night when | |
| I raped with a mop... | |
| That sure got ' round the shop! ' | |
| Til an AK took my head off | |
| In a drug deal gone way wrong | |
| By some weird | |
| Asian dude | |
| That they called | |
| Knobby Tong | |
| Still they called it suicide... | |
| At the funeral the | |
| Sgt. cried... | |
| You stopped for a bit | |
| But you couldn' t quit | |
| I love the pigs, | |
| I love the pigs, love the pigs | |
| You killed and killed again, | |
| And got away with it | |
| You wanted to do right... | |
| But right, it felt so wrong... | |
| The filthy streets ate your soul | |
| That' s how you wound up | |
| Deep in this hole. | |
| See them in their grandeur | |
| White Knights of the | |
| Realm They are all my children... | |
| Follow me to hell... follow me to hell! | |
| Then Satan smiled upon you | |
| You became a god | |
| It became your resurrection | |
| Undeath of the damned | |
| Resplendent in his harness | |
| His flanks are flecked in seed | |
| Cybernetic knucklehead | |
| Centurion of greed | |
| You stopped for a bit | |
| But you couldn' t quit | |
| I love the pigs, | |
| I love the pigs, love the pigs | |
| You killed and killed again, | |
| And got away with it | |
| They combined a man with a hog | |
| Then they sewed on the dick of a dog | |
| Good with a club, but not a great shot... | |
| I guess even hell needs a cop... | |
| Renegade cops who as priests wield their clubs and their guns | |
| They get to have all the fun! |