Текст песни BIG SPECIAL - PIGS PUDDIN.

Have you ever ate pigs' pudding?
It’s fucking disgusting
But I eat it at birthdays and funerals
Feeding on the blood of the weak
Makes me feel like less of an absolute fuck up

I feel like a fat god on a bench
Noshing on the mortal blood sausage
I wallow in the stench
And take those in my vicinity hostage
To my oppressive mood

Shared amongst the brood
The end runs at me like a nemesis
No stoppage
Swallow me
The passengers are enemies
The bus is flooding
They can see my history
They are all whispering and judging

Swallow me, swallow me
Take my bloodline and make pigs pudding
Lovely, bloody lovely
I lost my key
It's so easy
I’ve only got one key

And the Mrs ain’t back for hours
And I’ve already had a day, you know
One a them days
Now all I can do is sit by the bins and pontificate
The fuckin state of the fuckin state
Stand at the gate and self-flagellate
You might think, blimey!

But I'm running out of ways to communicate
If we all just round them up
They wouldn’t have a look in
Take back the blood and make pigs' pudding
Lovely, bloody lovely
Well, I guess I could just go fuck myself
And I just might