You'll be driven from the farm
From the food that is kept in the barn
You'll be driven to the slaughterhouse,
Where you will be trapped and slaughter like a mous.

You
Are
A
Sick Little Piggy

Sjoot him, Kill him, eat him with gravy
Make him delicious with apple in his mouth
Ha can be anything you want him to be,
On the christmas plate, which is his fate.

You
Are
A
Sick Little Piggy

Millions if innocent victims are killed,
The bloody fascist geut their bloodlust filled
Keep calling a liar, that really lights my fire
And keep marching to the braindead war

You
Are
A
Sick Little Piggy.