I ate dinner with beasts
Crinkled hands and red cheeks
Looking at my body like it's food
And your breath smells like bacon
You ask "What's the special occasion?"
Like I dress and dance just for you
Our women are cattle, there's blood on our kids
Are you being paid to not pay attention?
Does it have to happen to your mother
To your sister or your daughter
For you to take it personal? Oh
So, pump us full of sperm, put us in a barn
Us and pigs on a Mississippi farm
In nine months, we'll have a kid you won't care about
And if the kid's not straight, white and male
We guarantee a living hell
Murder in the name of a loving God
Our women are cattle, there's blood on our kids
Are you being paid to not pay attention?
Does it have to happen to your mother
To your sister or your daughter
For you to take it personal? Oh
So, burn the witch alive, drink our dirty water
Be prepared for the Mississippi slaughter
Your mistress gets a pass 'cause your wife can't find out
I guess we were just being a little loud
Shut us up and put apples in our mouth
But pull your own daughter out from the lineup
Crinkled hands and red cheeks
Looking at my body like it's food
And your breath smells like bacon
You ask "What's the special occasion?"
Like I dress and dance just for you
Our women are cattle, there's blood on our kids
Are you being paid to not pay attention?
Does it have to happen to your mother
To your sister or your daughter
For you to take it personal? Oh
So, pump us full of sperm, put us in a barn
Us and pigs on a Mississippi farm
In nine months, we'll have a kid you won't care about
And if the kid's not straight, white and male
We guarantee a living hell
Murder in the name of a loving God
Our women are cattle, there's blood on our kids
Are you being paid to not pay attention?
Does it have to happen to your mother
To your sister or your daughter
For you to take it personal? Oh
So, burn the witch alive, drink our dirty water
Be prepared for the Mississippi slaughter
Your mistress gets a pass 'cause your wife can't find out
I guess we were just being a little loud
Shut us up and put apples in our mouth
But pull your own daughter out from the lineup
Lingua: Italiano
Traduzione italiana di Lorenzo Masetti
NOI E I MAIALI
Ho cenato con le bestie
Mani rugose, guance rosse
Guardavano il mio corpo come fosse cibo
E il tuo alito sa di pancetta
Mi chiedi «Qual è l'occasione?»
Come se mi vestissi e ballassi solo per te
Le nostre donne sono bestiame, c'è sangue sui nostri figli
Vi pagano per non farci caso?
Deve succedere a tua madre,
a tua sorella, a tua figlia
perché tu lo prenda sul personale?
Allora, riempiteci di sperma, rinchiudeteci in una stalla
Noi e i maiali in una fattoria del Mississippi
Tra nove mesi avremo un bambino di cui non vi importerà nulla
E se quel bambino non è etero, bianco e maschio
vi garantiamo un inferno in terra
Omicidio in nome di un Dio amorevole
Le nostre donne sono bestiame, c'è sangue sui nostri figli
Vi pagano per non farci caso?
Deve succedere a tua madre,
a tua sorella, a tua figlia
perché tu lo prenda sul personale?
Brucia viva la strega, bevi la nostra acqua sporca
Preparati al macello del Mississippi
La tua amante la passa liscia perché tua moglie non lo deve sapere
«Forse eravamo solo un po’ troppo rumorose»
Fateci tacere, infilateci una mela in bocca
e però tira via tua figlia dalla fila
Ho cenato con le bestie
Mani rugose, guance rosse
Guardavano il mio corpo come fosse cibo
E il tuo alito sa di pancetta
Mi chiedi «Qual è l'occasione?»
Come se mi vestissi e ballassi solo per te
Le nostre donne sono bestiame, c'è sangue sui nostri figli
Vi pagano per non farci caso?
Deve succedere a tua madre,
a tua sorella, a tua figlia
perché tu lo prenda sul personale?
Allora, riempiteci di sperma, rinchiudeteci in una stalla
Noi e i maiali in una fattoria del Mississippi
Tra nove mesi avremo un bambino di cui non vi importerà nulla
E se quel bambino non è etero, bianco e maschio
vi garantiamo un inferno in terra
Omicidio in nome di un Dio amorevole
Le nostre donne sono bestiame, c'è sangue sui nostri figli
Vi pagano per non farci caso?
Deve succedere a tua madre,
a tua sorella, a tua figlia
perché tu lo prenda sul personale?
Brucia viva la strega, bevi la nostra acqua sporca
Preparati al macello del Mississippi
La tua amante la passa liscia perché tua moglie non lo deve sapere
«Forse eravamo solo un po’ troppo rumorose»
Fateci tacere, infilateci una mela in bocca
e però tira via tua figlia dalla fila
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Different every time. I chuck some stuff around. Rip the walls off. Shatter the windows. Claw my face off. Usual stuff, I won’t bore you with the details. I like my words, usually, I love starting with them and building the rest of that or starting with production and top lining. But even when I do that, I can also pull words I previously wrote and insert them in. “Us and Pigs” started that way for instance. I was bored free writing by a poolside and out of nowhere I started a new paragraph and wrote the concept for the second verse “pump us full of sperm, put us in a barn, us and pigs on a Mississippi farm,” I reread it, scared myself, and put the phone down. Later on, I was at the piano and I pulled the words from that free write and inserted it into the little waltz I was playing on the piano.
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