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    The gravel galavants on the verdict
    Of the swine that was fed human remains
    It was a murder's victims
    Somewhere north of the canadian border

    They ended up in your lunch break
    In which you may want to hold your breath
    'Til the dream sequence is for this one
    New rural ruins or street fed a postmodern pigeons

    These pigs were fed
    These pigs were ready to be sold
    These pigs were fed
    These pigs were ready to be sold

    Once had but now widowed
    His companion had a chance to
    Pop one out before her body gave in
    A bouncing baby gal, beautiful in posture

    She grew up with the cows 'til the cows left town
    Daddy brought home the bacon
    The bacon was in the backyard, baby
    Daddy left the ranch

    'Cause daddy had a sharp hand, a sharp hand
    Through fingers cracked from stress and cold
    Daddy fed the herd grain
    Then drank as much of the same

    These pigs were fed
    These pigs were ready to be sold
    These pigs were fed
    These pigs were ready to be sold

    Take your pigs hoof and follow it to the city
    Take this chance and go to the city

    Daddy's baby girl
    Daddy's little wanderer

    Let's go out and get jobs
    Let's go out and be all grown up

    The city is hiding underneath your bed
    The monster in your closet is eight weeks away
    You've got to saddle up now
    Daddy's baby girl is all grown up

    But you will not be there
    When she coughs up your family line
    You will be the furthest thing from her mind
    A grey ghost, a black cowboy will by the last reflection

    I will not be there, not yet
    I will not be there, not yet
    I will not be there, not yet
    I will not be there, not yet

    I will not be there, not yet
    I will not be there, not yet
    I will not be there, not yet
    I will not be there, not yet

    I will not be there, not yet
    I will not be there, not yet
    I will not be there, not yet
    I will not be there, not yet

    I'm running out of time
    I'm sorry I forgot
    It's not my fault
    Greetings from the great north woods

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