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 grabbin' mother needs 
 To see how those piggies feed 
 Their heads buried in the trough 
 Forty per cent 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 three piggies feed 
 Their heads buried in the trough 
 Fifty per cent was never enough 

 There's a pox upon Blackheath 
 and it isn't far beneath 
 Where three 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