The Conch
Kill the pig!
Cut her throat!
Bash her in!
Bash her in!
Kill the pig!
Cut her throat!
Bash her in!
Bash her in!
Kill the pig!
Cut her throat!
Bash her in!
Bash her in!
Kill the pig!
Cut her throat!
Bash her in!
Bash her in!
My inner voice knows the boys rejoice so elaborate but I can't
'Cause when a boar's dead, I die a little bit on the inside of my head
I find my solitude in the forest when I breathe deep
They all find solitude in being the bee's knees and I'm left as a wasp
I gotta retreat
I want you who understands my motives
I act nice 'cause I'm feeling Him demand the quota, I know they do too
But maybe I'm the one that's nullifying flaws
Jesus got a cut; he's using me as gauze
It feels like therapy to me to write without a cause, without a god
It's only me under the stars, without a clause
Only hearing that voice, so ubiquitous
Kill the pig!
Cut her throat!
Bash her in!
Bash her in!
Kill the pig!
Cut her throat!
Bash her in!
Bash her in!
Kill the pig!
Cut her throat!
Bash her in!
Bash her in!
Kill the pig!
Cut her throat!
Bash her in!
Bash her in!
My inner voice knows diplomacy is so crucial, and I try
But I can feel Jack: he acts appealing to others to pass the time
"We need meat, need to meal-seek"
I try to make peace without the hate speech
I know that fire's our key to safety
So do they, but they take the pastry
Look past the weight that we all are gaining from hunting pigs when our temper's flaming
The royal "We"
We try however we can to ignore the heat
But that conch can make any little bore (boar) retreat
Until all that's left is society
All it took was a pen and some paper
Now I see that Piggy's a thinker, so am I
Kill the pig!
Cut her throat!
Spill her blood!
Spill her blood!
Kill the pig!
Cut her throat!
Spill her blood!
Spill her blood!
Kill the pig!
Cut her throat!
Spill her blood!
Spill her blood!
My inner voice says I am the maestro, they walk a tightrope
Sway just a millimeter and I bite
The beast is so, so much more than just alive
I let him thrive
He's lookin' into me when he decides
I'm raising the tides
Engulfing humanity, I am the devil, the catalyst
They tag along for the ride
Kill the beast!
Cut his throat!
Spill his blood!
Spill his blood!
Kill the beast!
Cut his throat!
Spill his blood!
Spill his blood!
Kill the beast!
Cut his throat!
Spill his blood!
Spill his blood!
Kill the beast!
Cut his throat!
Spill his blood!
Spill his blood!
Kill the beast!
Kill the beast!
Kill the beast!
Kill the beast!
Kill the beast!
Kill the beast!
Kill the beast!
Kill the beast!
Kill the beast!
Kill the beast!
Kill the beast!
Kill the beast!
Kill the beast!
Kill the beast!
Kill the beast!
Kill the beast!
Cut her throat!
Bash her in!
Bash her in!
Kill the pig!
Cut her throat!
Bash her in!
Bash her in!
Kill the pig!
Cut her throat!
Bash her in!
Bash her in!
Kill the pig!
Cut her throat!
Bash her in!
Bash her in!
My inner voice knows the boys rejoice so elaborate but I can't
'Cause when a boar's dead, I die a little bit on the inside of my head
I find my solitude in the forest when I breathe deep
They all find solitude in being the bee's knees and I'm left as a wasp
I gotta retreat
I want you who understands my motives
I act nice 'cause I'm feeling Him demand the quota, I know they do too
But maybe I'm the one that's nullifying flaws
Jesus got a cut; he's using me as gauze
It feels like therapy to me to write without a cause, without a god
It's only me under the stars, without a clause
Only hearing that voice, so ubiquitous
Kill the pig!
Cut her throat!
Bash her in!
Bash her in!
Kill the pig!
Cut her throat!
Bash her in!
Bash her in!
Kill the pig!
Cut her throat!
Bash her in!
Bash her in!
Kill the pig!
Cut her throat!
Bash her in!
Bash her in!
My inner voice knows diplomacy is so crucial, and I try
But I can feel Jack: he acts appealing to others to pass the time
"We need meat, need to meal-seek"
I try to make peace without the hate speech
I know that fire's our key to safety
So do they, but they take the pastry
Look past the weight that we all are gaining from hunting pigs when our temper's flaming
The royal "We"
We try however we can to ignore the heat
But that conch can make any little bore (boar) retreat
Until all that's left is society
All it took was a pen and some paper
Now I see that Piggy's a thinker, so am I
Kill the pig!
Cut her throat!
Spill her blood!
Spill her blood!
Kill the pig!
Cut her throat!
Spill her blood!
Spill her blood!
Kill the pig!
Cut her throat!
Spill her blood!
Spill her blood!
My inner voice says I am the maestro, they walk a tightrope
Sway just a millimeter and I bite
The beast is so, so much more than just alive
I let him thrive
He's lookin' into me when he decides
I'm raising the tides
Engulfing humanity, I am the devil, the catalyst
They tag along for the ride
Kill the beast!
Cut his throat!
Spill his blood!
Spill his blood!
Kill the beast!
Cut his throat!
Spill his blood!
Spill his blood!
Kill the beast!
Cut his throat!
Spill his blood!
Spill his blood!
Kill the beast!
Cut his throat!
Spill his blood!
Spill his blood!
Kill the beast!
Kill the beast!
Kill the beast!
Kill the beast!
Kill the beast!
Kill the beast!
Kill the beast!
Kill the beast!
Kill the beast!
Kill the beast!
Kill the beast!
Kill the beast!
Kill the beast!
Kill the beast!
Kill the beast!
Kill the beast!
Credits
Writer(s): Walt Mudie
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