Squeal! from Nightmares by St. Morris Sinners

I was huffing my slop
Ankle deep in mud
Inside that barn
I saw blood, I swear I did

A gangly man
Was eating a big meal
I haven't seen Bessy in awhile
oink, oink, oink

It's hard being confined
In this filthy pen
I haven't seen my parents
Since hog knows when

If there was a way out
A muddy handshake or deal
But all I'm capable of
Is to.. Squeal! Squeal! Squeal!

Again, he stood before me
Blood stains and yellow teeth
Dragged to that red barn
A fate I am prepared to meet!

Pointing with his boney finger
To that ramshackle house of horror
His Blood Hounds they came bounding
Growling and Barking
They became bigger and bigger and bigger!

• Alternative
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