Stuck Pig

Lay down in this latrine in nailbomb In the city of Molotov, in the province of gun In a whole off the highway, in the land of two suns Sometimes I get pissed when my blow goes like A quickie in the snow But I'm sure I'll go down inside, yeah I chew the thorn when midnight gets too long On the feet of a bastard Alone in the sun for sticking in too long On the feet of a dragon Some cold nights the wind pipe's covered in dope I pray it be covered in a rope Me, me, me, grief, grief, grief, beat the heat Me, me, me, grief, grief, grief, beat the heat But I'm sure I'll go down inside, yeah I chew the thorn when midnight gets too long On the feet of a bastard I chew the thorn when midnight gets too long On the feet of a dragon Some cold nights the wind pipe's covered in dope I pray it be covered in a rope, in a rope, in a rope, in a rope Lay down in this latrine in nailbomb In the city of Molotov, in the province of gun In a whole off the highway, in the land of two suns Sometimes I get pissed when my Grunt f**k, grin f**k, push her in the snow f**k The dope fiend splashes gash like a nailbomb