My Pickled Pigs Feet
Sink your teeth into my pickled pigs' feet
And let it waste 'round your tongue
And all you taste is the taste of meat
I hope it's me that you are now drunk off of
I am evil
I'm all around you
You punch your girlfriend
I am the cough syrup an Indian made
That slowly chewed your brain away
Until you were tricked into
Believing life was only supposed to be
Pretty for you
And let it waste 'round your tongue
And all you taste is the taste of meat
I hope it's me that you are now drunk off of
I am evil
I'm all around you
You punch your girlfriend
I am the cough syrup an Indian made
That slowly chewed your brain away
Until you were tricked into
Believing life was only supposed to be
Pretty for you
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Writer(s): Teague Cullen
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