Pigs are coming to stop me dying
Don't want to die but doesn't stop me trying
A few small scratches upon my arm
Before the knife does any real harm.
They will huff and puff and kick down my door
Run in and wrestle me to the floor
Strip me naked and take me away
At least I have company the rest of the day.
Sitting in a warm glass fronted cell
Cameras watching to make sure I am well
They never find every piece of glass
I've still got a shard rammed up my ass
I'll get released before I see a judge
The pigs will help again cos they don't bear a grudge
Why will no one do what is best for me?
I can't handle living with care in the community
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