Babirusa Lyrics

Rain pours down

Fast and he's alone to fight the crowd

Cause to cut his horns and win the sows

Deep inside his skull he carries out

The will primal

Bastard caught 'em with a blow from behind

Left scars like tribal designs but he's fine

Got the pig back

Stuck him good in the gut and broke it off

And he remembers every battle

A warrior and keeper of his way of life

Subject to destiny he rages against the dying of the light

Then takes a nap

Day rolls around

Plow a line and hone breed scrounge

Wait for round two

Protrude from the nose

Struggle said unknown

Victim of the cull

Pain in my skull

Use it

Babirusa, Babirusa

Pain in my skull

Use it

Babirusa, Babirusa

War, scrap and scorn

Break a tusk

Babirusa, Babirusa

War, blood and bone

Break a tusk

Babirusa, Babirusa

Life trots on

Screaming out a love hate song

Beats a dead one

Pointing to his head

Cowardice is death

Must keep seeing red