In the pale house
At the end of the street
The lights are out
And bloody centuries besiege
Those white washed walls
The King in Krimson Krowned
Reaches for a gun
Pushes the same panic button
That killed MLK
That killed Hampton
That dropped the bomb on Philly
That now floods the streets with boots
I've got a gun and I
Can get off easy
'cause I'm white
And I own your rights
My daddy wrote them
So they're mine
All hail, All hail the King of Pigs
His legions dancing the jackboot jig
He's got a bible in hand
Like a lottery cheque
Kneeling to pray on Christs black neck
All hail, All hail the King of Pigs
His legions dancing the jackboot jig
He's got a bible in hand
Like a lottery cheque
Kneeling to pray on Christs black neck
It was pigs with whips
That first grew fat
Off the stars and stripes
On the back of black
Pig guns still crack
And prisons steal
ACAB
ACAB
ACAB
Blue lives aren't real
I love taking lives
I love telling lies
Turn off my body cam
And leave you to the flies
I love taking lives
I love telling lies
Turn off my body cam
And leave you to the flies
I've got a gun and I
Can get off easy
'cause I'm white
And I own your rights
My daddy wrote them
So they're mine
King of Pigs Video (MV)
Performed By: Ceiriad
Language: English
Length: 4:17
Written by: Kiri Sylvester-Edwards, Michael-Israel Jarvis
Ceiriad - King of Pigs Lyrics
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In the pale house
At the end of the street
The lights are out
And bloody centuries besiege
Those white washed walls
The King in Krimson Krowned
Reaches for a gun
Pushes the same panic button
That killed MLK
That killed Hampton
That dropped the bomb on Philly
That now floods the streets with boots
I've got a gun and I
Can get off easy
'cause I'm white
And I own your rights
My daddy wrote them
So they're mine
All hail, All hail the King of Pigs
His legions dancing the jackboot jig
He's got a bible in hand
Like a lottery cheque
Kneeling to pray on Christs black neck
All hail, All hail the King of Pigs
His legions dancing the jackboot jig
He's got a bible in hand
Like a lottery cheque
Kneeling to pray on Christs black neck
It was pigs with whips
That first grew fat
Off the stars and stripes
On the back of black
Pig guns still crack
And prisons steal
ACAB
ACAB
ACAB
Blue lives aren't real
I love taking lives
I love telling lies
Turn off my body cam
And leave you to the flies
I love taking lives
I love telling lies
Turn off my body cam
And leave you to the flies
I've got a gun and I
Can get off easy
'cause I'm white
And I own your rights
My daddy wrote them
So they're mine
At the end of the street
The lights are out
And bloody centuries besiege
Those white washed walls
The King in Krimson Krowned
Reaches for a gun
Pushes the same panic button
That killed MLK
That killed Hampton
That dropped the bomb on Philly
That now floods the streets with boots
I've got a gun and I
Can get off easy
'cause I'm white
And I own your rights
My daddy wrote them
So they're mine
All hail, All hail the King of Pigs
His legions dancing the jackboot jig
He's got a bible in hand
Like a lottery cheque
Kneeling to pray on Christs black neck
All hail, All hail the King of Pigs
His legions dancing the jackboot jig
He's got a bible in hand
Like a lottery cheque
Kneeling to pray on Christs black neck
It was pigs with whips
That first grew fat
Off the stars and stripes
On the back of black
Pig guns still crack
And prisons steal
ACAB
ACAB
ACAB
Blue lives aren't real
I love taking lives
I love telling lies
Turn off my body cam
And leave you to the flies
I love taking lives
I love telling lies
Turn off my body cam
And leave you to the flies
I've got a gun and I
Can get off easy
'cause I'm white
And I own your rights
My daddy wrote them
So they're mine
Writer: Kiri Sylvester-Edwards, Michael-Israel Jarvis
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid