User blog:Essie Essex/The Drunken Swineherd

Well, since I love Dishonored and finished the very strange game Amnesia: A Machine for Pigs a few days ago, and have enough time to spend creating really stupid shit, I wrote a A Machine for Pigs version of "The Drunken Whaler". It's called "The Drunken Swineherd" or "The Drunken Butcher". Have fun wasting your time.

What will we do with the drunken swineherd*

What will we do with the drunken swineherd

What will we do with the drunken swineherd

Early in the morning

Feed him to the hungry machine for pigs

Feed him to the hungry machine for pigs

Feed him to the hungry machine for pigs

Early in the morning

Soothe him with music then bash his skull in

Soothe him with music then bash his skull in

Soothe him with music then bash his skull in

Early in the morning

Way, hey the methane rises

Way, hey the methane rises

Way, hey the methane rises

Early in the morning

Slice his throat with a rusty buzz saw

Slice his throat with a rusty buzz saw

Slice his throat with a rusty buzz saw

Early in the morning

Stuff his gut with his big fat pockets

Stuff his gut with his big fat pockets

Stuff his gut with his big fat pockets

Early in the morning

Cage him and down the chute he goes

Cage him and down the chute he goes

Cage him and down the chute he goes

Early in the morning

Feed his flesh to the filthy piglets

Feed his flesh to the filthy piglets

Feed his flesh to the filthy piglets

Early in the morning

Steam him in the pipes and hear him squeal

Steam him in the pipes and hear him squeal

Steam him in the pipes and hear him squeal

Early in the morning

Feed his children’s bones to the starving orphans

Feed his children’s bones to the starving orphans

Feed his children’s bones to the starving orphans

Early in the morning

Stuff him in a sack in fifteen pieces

Stuff him in a sack in fifteen pieces

Stuff him in a sack in fifteen pieces

Early in the morning

Crush his limbs in the cogs and wheels

Crush his limbs in the cogs and wheels

Crush his limbs in the cogs and wheels

Early in the morning

Stab him in the heart with a broken piston

Stab him in the heart with a broken piston

Stab him in the heart with a broken piston

Early in the morning

Way, hey the pig folk rise and

Way, hey the pig folk rise and

Way, hey the pig folk rise now

Early in the morning

(* can also be replaced with “butcher”)