The Book of Tequila Songtext

von Pig

I'm riding on prime slime baby
Hoeing my row give me gas to grow
I'm sired on sin suckled on gin
Now I'm breaking hands not breaking bread
You've got lips, hips, filter tips
This is the time of hails and nails
You read it, I plead it
I take a lickin' and stay kickin' tonight
I drink the book of tequila daily
I'm the one who can't say maybe
My broken down morality
The bile in my hypocrisy
Head up road meat here he comes
One little piggy, one big gun
Highs, lies, dilated eyes
The sewer will anaethetize
I got a belly full of joy juice
And my success is shooting up the bile
Of my excess
I'm in the front row of the misery show
All messed up and ready to blow
I drink the book of tequila daily
I'm the one who can't say maybe
My broken down morality
The bile in my hypocrisy
Head up road meat here he comes
One little piggy, one big gun
Highs, lies, dilated eyes
The sewer will anaethetize
Head up road meat here he comes
One little piggy, one big gun
Highs, lies, dilated eyes
The sewer will anaethetize
My golden slipper is liquor
The sweetest smell and I am blessed
There's a golden shower for your thirsty flower
A page of spite for each sordid night
Head up road meat here he comes
One little piggy, one big gun
Highs, lies, dilated eyes
The sewer will anaethetize
Head up road meat here he comes
One little piggy, one big gun
Highs, lies, dilated eyes
The sewer will anaethetize
Will anaethetize
Will anaethetize
Anaethetize
Anaethetize