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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 Ruin 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 Letras de cancionesI'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 thru eternity I'll confront my burden and set me free From Letras Mania