Текст песни In the Land of the Pig the Butcher Is King - Jim Steinman

Look at them now
What do they want
And what do they do
Now, nothing at all
They all live on so aimlessly
But what do they know
What do they think
And who do they tell
Well, no one at all
Their lives are purely meaningless
While we are busy being blessed
With all that we can take and pocket
No one needs to know
We're the plug and they're the socket
Give us the juice and we'll glow

Can't you hear the choir now
Listen to the animals sing
Can't you hear the slaughterhouse bells
In the land of the pig
The butcher is king
In the land of the pig
The butcher is king
Can't you hear the choir now
Listen to the marketplace sing
Can't you hear the slaughter house bells
In the land of the pig
The butcher is king
In the land of the pig
The butcher is king

How do they seem?
Their lives are all so tawdry
But they're nothing but trash
And we're the biggest trash collectors
What d'you expect?
They got no standards perfect for us
We lower the bar
And we'll open up pandora's box
Pandora gave us keys and locks and
They're the victims
Waiting for their mugger
Come to the confessional
So I can tell you all to bugger off
No time like now

Can't you hear the choir now
Listen to the abattoirs sing
Can't you hear the slaughterhouse bells
In the land of the pig
The butcher is king
In the land of the pig
The butcher is king
Can't you hear the choir now
Listen to the chosen one sing
Can't you hear the slaughter house bells
In the land of the pig
The butcher is king
In the land of the pig
The butcher is king