There's a pox upon Blackheath
 and it isn't far beneath
 Where 3 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
 40% 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
 [bad word] 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 3 piggies feed
 Their heads buried in the trough
 50% was never enough

There's a pox upon Blackheath
 and it isn't far beneath
 Where 3 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 [bad word] eternity
 I'll confront my burden and set me free