They say that pigs wear clothes
Back home in Metairie
I swear I bore my soul
The day she left me
I showed her my watch
I showed her my knife
I showed what blood can do
When mixed with ice
She said I smelled like a Shreveport whore
Blowing a hinge off a shit house door
A pig once paid me cash
For a ride to Biloxi
I swear when we both crashed
I thought it was lucky
I showed her my fold
I showed her my crease
I showed her what love can do
When led on a leash
She caught my scent off her front porch
Blowing a hinge off a shit house door
A shit house door
A shit house door
A pig once sold me a gun
In a paper bag
It's always the shortest ones
Who start to brag
I showed her my door
I showed her my keys
I showed her how love can bruise
Uncooked meat
There's nothing like pulling your own pork
And blowing a hinge off a shit house door
A shit house door
A shit house door
A shit house door
A shit house door