Home Is Where The Sty Is

A pig sweat-dripping
Scratching his balls a male
Since day one the lowest self-esteem
Bound to fail

Not a single word
Small talk is done with a fist
Suicidal
Heirloom shotguns and opened wrists

Talks like a stroke in slow motion
Feeling fine, not a day over dead
Drop-dead-ugly, fucked up abortion
Shits while eats, same inside the head

This is what northern men are made of
This is how northern men are made

Hey honey, don't care what your name is
Just one thing I crave
Take off that dress
I'm your man

Hey honey, flowers belong on graves
Drag you down in the shades of shame
Nevertheless I'm your man
Yes I am

A true self-loather
Head stuck tight in the noose
When given bottle
Sings his rueful blues through the booze

And them women
Anything goes of course
A masturbator
Yet a longtime fan of intercourse

Agora-xeno-homophobic
An ignorant redneck to the bone
Home is where the vacant sty is
With balls erected the seeds are sown

This is what northern men are made of
This is how northern men are made

Hey honey, don't care what your name is
Just one thing I crave
Take off that dress
I'm your man

Hey honey, flowers belong on graves
Drag you down in the shades of shame
Nevertheless I'm your man
Yes I am

Hey honey, don't care what your name is
Just one thing I crave
Take off that dress
I'm your man

Hey honey, flowers belong on graves
Drag you down in the shades of shame
Nevertheless I'm your man
Yes I am