Warthogs lathered in their trackers
Dust like stitches at gang classes
Civil line's that plan deception
Tracker of Fed's Instruction

In the phones, the branches burning
As the Gold sunshine keeps learning
Deaf and flametred to pigkind
Foiling their tarnished fines
Hey, bored hoe!

Crawlitician bide themselves a day
They only carted the M
Why should the gas out to light?
They heave that coal to the core, hey!

Mime's still sell on their traffic lines
Waking Dr. lust for mon
Creepy steeple dust like dawns in stress
Fate spill their grudement way sums,
Hey!

Bow in business, girl crops yearning
Stashes where there lobbies lureing
One more law, swines make the bomer
Band of Doom has fuck'd the power
Bay of Grudgement, gun is walling

Know their knees, the law swines brawling
Rigging jury for their kin
Baught you rotting, threads war tangs
Hey, bored hoe!

Translation of War pigs by black sabbath, to the way pigs are in maine.

An African conflict is when six people are in an orgy and one of them starts licking everybody's toes one by one calling them pig holes

Something that looks like fun or beneficial at first but interferes with other more important matters in the future.