All pigs must die
This ain't August '69
All pigs must die
Seven on seven, sieg heil sublime

Their trotters are in the mud
They're better off with the Son of God
They had no idea
Not even close, not even near

All pigs must die
This ain't August '69
All pigs must die
Seven on seven, sieg heil sublime

All pigs must die
This is August '99
All pigs must die
Their stolen riches are really mine

Cover their faces in blood
They're better off with the Son of God

All pigs must die
This is August '99
All pigs must die
The law of the claw will make them mine

All pigs must die
That was August '99
All pigs must die
Their stolen riches are [bad word] mine