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I guess it's liver again.
Can't you make some pork?
Have you heard of this animal called a pig ?

Watcha do to this pudding ?
My ulcer's starting to bleed.
This sludge's obscene - quick, get my gun!

I-i-i-i want that filth off my screen.
Degenerate game show pornography.

Mr. john birch is having troubles
Fulfilling his marital obligations.

God you're getting fat!
Can't you suck in that gut ?
Change the channel too, I wanna watch the news.

She threw the baby out the window,
Pervert on angel dust.
Liberal new york faggot scum atheist.

I-i-i-i sometimes dream:
I'm a dressed girl,
With ho chi minh,
In the prison yard.
Balls and chain.
Balls and chain.

Mad dogs on a bone.
I guess it's liver again.   Can't you make some pork?    Have you heard of this animal called a pig ?       Watcha do to this pudding ?    My ulcer's starting to bleed.   This sludge's obscene - quick, get my gun!      I-i-i-i want that filth off my screen.   Degenerate game show pornography.      Mr. john birch is having troubles   Fulfilling his marital obligations.      God you're getting fat!   Can't you suck in that gut ?    Change the channel too, I wanna watch the news.      She threw the baby out the window,   Pervert on angel dust.   Liberal new york faggot scum atheist.      I-i-i-i sometimes dream:   I'm a dressed girl,   With ho chi minh,   In the prison yard.   Balls and chain.   Balls and chain.      Mad dogs on a bone.