Pork Sword - Slaves On Dope

Turn off the lights

no one’s around

the TV’s on

but there’s no sound

the stage is set

a dressing gown

the pig is greased

and going down!

here’s to the private celebration

you’re the only one that ever knows

you remove all your frustrations

all hands on deck steady as she goes

glorification, pulverization, exhilaration,

nothing compares to this

the more I need it, the more I feel it

appreciation, infatuation

the more I feel it, the more I need it

you start to sweat

you pull it tight

you’re short of breath

it feels alright

the punishment for you naughty girls

your parting gift a string of pearls

here’s the private celebration

you’re the only one that ever knows

you removed all your frustrations

all hands on deck, steady as she goes

imagination, retaliation, evacuation

nothing compares to this

the more I need it the more I feel it

manipulation, paralyzation

the more I feel it, the more I need it

the pretty disease

you’re aiming to please

now fall to your knees

and swallow it, swallow it

and choke on a high

you’re lonely goodbye

it’s leaving you dry

no beg for it, beg for it

the porno parade

you dropped a grenade

call in the brigade

and let loose the cannon balls

and starting to slip

so tighten your grip

and down goes the ship

now swallow it