Pig - The Book Of Tequila lyrics

I'm riding on prime slime, baby Hoeing my row, give me gas to grow I'm sired on sin, s**led on gin Now I'm breaking heads, not breaking bread You've got lips, hips, filter tips This is the time of hails and nails You read it, I plead it I take a lickin' and stay kickin' tonight I drink the book of tequila daily I'm the one who can't say maybe My broken down morality The bile in my hypocrisy Head up, road meat, here he comes One little piggy, one big gun Highs, lies, dilated eyes The sewer will anaesthetize I got a belly full of joy juice And my success is shooting up the bile Of my excess I'm in the front row of the misery show All messed up and ready to blow I drink the book of tequila daily I'm the one who can't say maybe My broken down morality The bile in my hypocrisy Head up, road meat, here he comes One little piggy, one big gun Highs, lies, dilated eyes The sewer will anaesthetize Head up, road meat, here he comes One little piggy, one big gun Highs, lies, dilated eyes The sewer will anaesthetize My golden slipper is liquor The sweetest smell and I am blessed There's a golden shower for your thirsty flower A page of spite for each sordid night Head up, road meat, here he comes One little piggy, one big gun Highs, lies, dilated eyes The sewer will anaesthetize Head up, road meat, here he comes One little piggy, one big gun Highs, lies, dilated eyes The sewer will anaesthetize Will anaesthetize Will anaesthetize Anaesthetize Anaesthetize