There's a pox upon Blackheath   and it isn't far beneath   Where three piggies choose to lie   Fly-blown piggies choose to cry      Every grabbin' mother needs   To see how those piggies feed   Their heads buried in the trough   Forty per cent was never enough      Piggie Piggie pay me   Schweinhund Piggie pay me   Fly-blown Piggie pay me   Or you will have no sty      Build their houses, pay taxes too   Petit bourgeois through and through   I do want to and I will if I have to   Ruin more than two calls could ever do      Not sure whether to laugh or cry?   I'll make your mind up: weep!   Not sure whether to live or die?   I'll prepare your slaughter, sheep!      Piggie Piggie pay me   Schweinhund Piggie pay me   Fly-blown Piggie pay me   Or you will have no sty      Every grabbin' mother needs   To see how three piggies feed   Their heads buried in the trough   Fifty per cent was never enough      There's a pox upon Blackheath   and it isn't far beneath   Where three piggies choose to lie   Fly-blown piggies choose to die      I'll pick up my burden   Ritually protect my heart   I'll pick up my burden   Let the hating start      Life's too short to live defiled   Life is precious so I'll live life proud   I'm blessed and guided thru eternity   I'll confront my burden and set me free