From the Olympic City we will cast
 [bad word] charms, our charms that last
Enough for Picadilly, enough to make them pay
Enough for pigs to disappear in every way

Remember piggies:
threat for a threat
And a blow for a blow
strike for a strike
As above, so below

Your puerile words mean nothing to me
Your traitor trotters teeter totter, scurry

For all pigs must die
Your being is a lie