The gravel galavants on the verdict 
Of the swine that was fed human remains 
It was a murder's victims somewhere north of the canadian border 
They ended up in your lunch break 
In which you may want to hold your breath '
Til the dream sequence is for this one 
New rural ruins or street fed a postmodern pigeons 
These pigs were fed 
These pigs were ready to be sold 
These pigs were fed 
These pigs were ready to be sold 
Once had but now widowed 
His companion had a chance to 
Pop one out before her body gave in 
A bouncing baby gal, beautiful in posture 
She grew up with the cows 'til the cows left town 
Daddy brought home the bacon 
The bacon was in the backyard, baby 
Daddy left the ranch '
Cause daddy had a sharp hand, a sharp hand 
Through fingers cracked from stress and cold 
Daddy fed the herd grain 
Then drank as much of the same 
These pigs were fed 
These pigs were ready to be sold 
These pigs were fed 
These pigs were ready to be sold 
Take your pigs hoof and follow it to the city 
Take this chance and go to the city 
Daddy's baby girl 
Daddy's little wanderer 
Let's go out and get jobs 
Let's go out and be all grown up 
The city is hiding underneath your bed 
The monster in your closet is eight weeks away 
You've got to saddle up now 
Daddy's baby girl is all grown up 
But you will not be there when she coughs up your family line 
You will be the furthest thing from her mind 
A grey ghost, a black cowboy will by the last reflection 
I will not be there, not yet 
I will not be there, not yet 
I will not be there, not yet 
I will not be there, not yet 
I will not be there, not yet 
I will not be there, not yet 
I will not be there, not yet 
I will not be there, not yet 
I will not be there, not yet 
I will not be there, not yet 
I will not be there, not yet 
I will not be there, not yet 
I'm running out of time 
I'm sorry 
I forgot It's not my fault 
Greetings from the great north woods