i was
born in state of no-luck
then it all got
worse from there
god has never gid a fuck
and my enemies aren't rare
maybe i deserve this place
somewhere secret someone snicker
when i died i was disgrace
this time i hope i die quicker
i work to dead to make chairs tighter
bendy stress they ricket legs
i make big fat pig arse wider
pig man feed me dribble dregs
i know who and where i am
and to who this all belong
out of sight of mary's lamb
i was born in realm of wrong
thebainoid enthrall the all
disfortune for them who live
pig is grown two miles tall
off all us crawly wormys give
i may work until i numb
i work until i drop to dead
there's more like me where i come from
if i die pig man still fed
when we mad the pig bestow
forty ounces and a mule
clever gracious pig man know
that i a ho for shiny jewel
after dead will it be better?
maybe pig man come behind
when can i come out of fetter?
how long will he trotter grind?