[Intro]
This is a story about three little piggies
Three little piggies who never went to market
Especially on a Friday afternoon
When they stayed at home
And let other people bring home the bacon
And they still do
But the rashers get thinner and thinner
And life's knives get sharper and sharper

[Verse 1]
This milchcow has given its last pound of flesh
Their coffers, once full, will be emptiness
A curse for a night time; a curse for a lifetime
Three months have gone, and six months are due-time
Threatening squeals; it's shut up and pay time
For three little piggies, wither and decay time

[Verse 2]
Happy greet, happy meet, but better happy-due-goodbye-time
The three months have gone, it's six months to pay time
As we have seen, the guilty have no pride
But their lies do lead to their own suicide
This milchcow has given its last pound of flesh
Young coffins will fill their hearts' emptiness
[Verse 3]
Happy greet, happy meet, but better happy-due-goodbye-time
The three months have gone, it's six months to pay time
As we have seen, the guilty have no pride
But their lies do lead to their own suicide
This milchcow has given its last pound of flesh
Young coffins will fill their hearts' emptiness

[Verse 4]
Now you have seen, I can't help but grin
My angels are coming from deep within
This milchcow has given its last pound of flesh
Their coffers, once full, will be emptiness
This milchcow has given its last pound of flesh
Young coffins will fill their hearts' emptiness
This milchcow has given its last pound of flesh
Their coffers, once full, will be emptiness
This milchcow has given its last pound of flesh
Young coffins will fill their hearts' emptiness