Well, I'm a pig charmer, lie in filth getting off
I make my bed in a wallow, lackey, fill my trough
Digging through the garbage, bubble fried a pork rind
I pick and save all my scabs to serve up dinner time

And I say [bad word] to my sty, throw my shoe, turn the light out [bad word] on in, get high, don't mind the [bad word] filled bottles
Hack and cough, I write, peppered walls I spit out
And my future looks bright, swelter geek inside

Way past halitosis, Mr. Yuk Mouth I slay
It turns out he's a big [bad word]  Satan hoof had its way
Two months no shower, cigarette methane fog
And if you ever need it, I gave mean horse hog

And I say [bad word] to my sty, throw my shoe, turn the light out [bad word] on in, get high, don't mind the [bad word] filled bottles
Hack and cough, I write, peppered walls I spit out
And my future looks bright, pretty sure, I'm gonna fry

This time I hope, I'm wrong, not right
Man, I don't really want to die
Pretty sure, I'm gonna fry

And I don't really want to die
Pretty sure, I'm gonna fry
And my future looks bright

Well, I'm a pig charmer, lie in filth getting off
I make my bed in a wallow, lackey, fill my trough
Digging through garbage, bubble fried a pork rind
I pick and save all my scabs to serve up dinner time

And I say [bad word] to my sty, throw my shoe, turn the light out [bad word] on in, get high, don't mind the [bad word] filled bottles
Hack and cough, I write, peppered walls I spit out
And my future looks bright, pretty sure, I'm gonna fry

Man, I don't really want to die
Pretty sure I'm gonna fry
Man, I don't really want to die
Oh [bad word]  I think, I'm gonna fry
Really think, I'm gonna fry

Really sure, I'm gonna fry
Now I know, I'm gonna fry
Man, I don't really want to die
Pretty sure I'm gonna fry
Now I know, I'm gonna fry