Lyrics:

We stand before the gates of Hell
Smeared with filthy bacon smell
Not all cops are pigs
Some of them are dicks
It is their duty to beat you with a big fucking stick

I love the pigs

The cheap allure
Of human manure
You busted her for junk
And soon your dashboard
Was spackled with spunk

You stopped for a bit
But you couldn't quit
I love the pigs, I love the pigs, love the pigs
You killed and killed again
And got away with it

The body count rose, yet
Yet, still I craved more
Fighting just crime had become such a bore
That one magic night when I raped with a mop
That sure got 'round the shop

Till an AK took my head off
In a drug deal gone way wrong
By some weird Asian dude
That they called Knobby Tong

Still they called it suicide
At the funeral the Sgt. cried

You stopped for a bit
But you couldn't quit
I love the pigs, I love the pigs, love the pigs
You killed and killed again
And got away with it

You wanted to do right
But right, it felt so wrong
The filthy streets ate your soul
That's how you wound up
Deep in this hole

See them in their grandeur
White Knights of the Realm
They are all my children
Follow me to hell, follow me to hell

Then Satan smiled upon you
You became a god
It became your resurrection
Undeath of the damned

Resplendent in his harness
His flanks are flecked in seed
Cybernetic knucklehead
Centurion of greed

You stopped for a bit
But you couldn't quit
I love the pigs, I love the pigs, love the pigs
You killed and killed again
And got away with it

They combined a man with a hog
Then they sewed on the dick of a dog
Good with a club, but not a great shot
I guess even hell needs a cop

(I guess even hell needs a cop)
(I guess even hell needs a cop)
(I guess even hell needs a cop)
(I guess even hell needs a cop)

Renegade cops who as priests wield their clubs and their guns
They get to have all the fun
Renegade cops who as priests wield their clubs and their guns
They get to have all the fun