Down on the road rollin by my old country home
I got a whole life, a low life, i'm on the run
Down in Southern Michigan, over I-94
By that ol' school house in a corn field, on Willys Road
Just take that road over the highway up across the hill
There's an ol' pig farm on the right where, i used to kill
Yeah, i saw all the blood and the guts, Lord, i used to spill
Yes, i left a little piece of me sitting up upon the hill
I see that sow, Good Lord, she is six hundred pounds
I gotta drag that ass to the incinerator, and burn it down
Well, this ain't no life, Good Lord, this ain't no kind of fun
Its a hog farm Holocaust baby, yeah, you better run
Well just take that road on the highway, up a-close the hill
You'll find an ol' school house in a corn field
I used to kill
I saw all the blood and the guts that i used to spill
Yes, i left a little piece of me sitting up upon the hill
*inaudible* splash around baby, run through your veins
I got a whole life * inaudible *
I gotsta drag that ass to the incinerator, and burn it down
Yeah i crack a *inaudible*
I gots a 120 volts in the cattle prod, i' m gonna kill
Yes, this ain't no kind of life, Good Lord, this ain' t no kind of fun