P.I.G.
  • by: Children of Reagan
  • lyrics: Brian Reagan
  • Original Release: Old Time Small Time Revival
  • P. I. G.
    P. I. G.

    Get down on your knees and suck my dick
    and maybe I’ll let you out of this traffic ticket
    If you refuse then I’m afraid I’ll have to
    beat and arrest you
    I’ll shove my nightstick up your ass
    as my buddies watch and laugh
    and when we’re through
    we’ll let you go
    because no one will believe you

    P.I.G. – that spells pig
    P.I.G. – that means cop
    P.I.G. – fuck the boys in blue
    P.I.G. – we’re fucking sick of you

    So you say that you got raped
    well in this state that’s not a crime
    hey, but if you fuck us all
    maybe we’ll talk to the offender for you
    So you say your innocent
    then why do we have hostage with our guns
    I’ll beat you down to the ground
    and piss on you just for fun

    P.I.G. – that spells pig
    P.I.G. – that means cop
    P.I.G. – fuck the boys in blue
    P.I.G. – we’re fucking sick of you

    You say I’m suppose to protect you
    that makes me laugh right in your face
    I’ll beat you until your blue
    because I do not like your race
    you say I violated you civil rights
    so I’ll just shoot you in the head
    I claim that you had a gun
    and hide behind my golden badge

    P.I.G. – that spells pig
    P.I.G. – that means cop
    P.I.G. – fuck the boys in blue
    P.I.G. – we’re fucking sick of you

    P.I.G. – that spells pig
    P.I.G. – that means cop
    P.I.G. – fuck the boys in blue
    P.I.G. – we’re fucking sick of you