There's a pox upon Blackheath 
and it isn't far beneath 
Where three piggies choose to lie 
Fly-blown piggies choose to cry 

Every grabbing mother needs
To see how those piggies feed
Their heads buried in the trough
Forty percent 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
Petty 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

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