Pork Sword Songtext

von Slaves On Dope

Turn off the lights
No one's around
The TV's on
But there's no sound
The stage is set
A dressing gown
The pig is greased
And going down!!

Here's to the private celebration
You're the only one that ever knows
You remove all your frustrations
All hands on deck steady as she goes
Glorification, pulverization, exhilaration,
Nothing compares to this
The more I need it, the more I feel it
Appreciation, infatuation
The more I feel it, the more I need it

You start to sweat
You pull it tight
You're short of breath
It feels alright
The punishment for you naughty girls
Your parting gift a string of pearls
Here's the private celebration
You're the only one that ever knows
You removed all your frustrations

All hands on deck, steady as she goes
Imagination, retaliation, evacuation
Nothing compares to this
The more I need it the more I feel it
Manipulation, paralyzation
The more I feel it, the more I need it

The pretty disease
You're aiming to please
Now fall to your knees
And swallow it, swallow it
And choke on a high
You're lonely goodbye
It's leaving you dry
No beg for it, beg for it
The porno parade
You dropped a grenade
Call in the brigade
And let loose the cannon balls
And starting to slip
So tighten your grip
And down goes the ship
Now swallow it swallow it

Here's to the private celebration
You're the only one that ever knows
You remove all your frustrations
All hands on deck steady as she goes
Glorification, pulverization, exhilaration,
Nothing compares to this
The more I need it, the more I feel it
Appreciation, infatuation
The more I feel it, the more I need it