Pigs at the trough show no fearnFat full of death they will not starve this yearnFeed stains their skin in the mudnFed through the nose plant their feet in the bloodnnPigs at the trough getting fatnSurfeit of the beast turned to tricks for a feastnTear into the filth like a whorenSuck the meat from the bones leave the corpse on the floornnPigs at the trough dissapearnOne final meal before kissing the spearnSkins on the hook left to drynJust use the flesh pay no mind to the hidennPigs at the trough slit and squealnDone up and stuck like a pig for a mealnPainted and tied and dressed upnGet it on your hands as it fills your cupnnPigs at the trough are to blamenThey are the monsters we never becamenthey poison our crops and our namenWe hate that we need them to manage our shamennPigs at the trough live in grimenCarrion meals fit for these profane swinenNo mind to the scum they live innThey tremble in fear as they swallow your sinnnPigs at the trough swell and burstnBearing the brunt as they launder the cursednWe keep our pigs in a pennOur place to defile again and again and again and againnnPigs killing pigs turned to pigs killing pigsnPigs fed to pigs turned to pigs fed to pigsnThe famers alseep under the treenNo ones here watching over usnnAshamed of what pigs mean to mennAshamed of what we do to themnAshamed of the pig in our headnAshamed so we kill them insteadnnPigs at the trough are obscenenPunish the products but not the machinenPregnant with guilt and disgracenDelivering scorn on the mess they creatennThe pigs at the trough are pristinenThey live in our dirt and still they stay cleannRecoil from the stigma and hatenAnd suffer the pig who can't change its fate